As Ma Xingye's voice faded, all the half-demons surged toward the Blood Lake, carrying streamers, red flags, floral ribbons, wreaths... all manner of festive paraphernalia.
Normally, half-demons took a detour whenever they saw pure-blooded members of the Demon Race, but today they charged straight ahead, and every demon they encountered stepped aside. For once, they could truly hold their heads high!
Today was not only the day their king returned, but also the first day they stood tall before the pure-blooded demons!
It was all thanks to His Highness the Dragon King and the Dragon King Envoys!
All the half-demons clenched their hands tightly, gazing fervently at the seven black-robed Dragon King Envoys. How they wished they could follow behind His Highness the Dragon King just like those seven envoys!
An Ouyang had slipped into the sea of half-demons.
Afraid the little fox would get crushed, Ouyang put Tutu on his head. Before he could work out what was happening, the crowd had jostled and swept him all the way to the edge of the Blood Lake.
Half-demons also retained some of their animal characteristics, so naturally, they did not smell particularly pleasant. Heavy body odor mingled with the smell of grease in their fur.
With every breath, Ouyang felt as though his great-grandmother... no, he was an orphan. In any case, something was beckoning to him.
He did not want to become the first cultivator to be stunk to death, but this was a welcoming ceremony for his own kid, and Ouyang did not want to blast these oblivious half-demons away with his True Essence.
With difficulty, he reached into the Storage Space and pulled out a string of five hundred thousand firecrackers he had prepared for Questioning Sword Peak.
"Make some room, everyone! Let me liven things up