Xiang Kai looked at Muzan, who stood before him with a finger extended toward him.
For a moment, he was dazed.
A reward?
What reward?
Then his eyes widened in shock...
Could it be? Could Lord Muzan be giving me that?!
I'm already a Lower Rank. If I rise any higher... what else could it be?
Even Xiang Kai's voice trembled. "Lord Muzan, d-do you intend to make me... an Upper Rank?"
As he saw it,
over the past two years, he had risen from Lower Rank Six far faster than he had in all the previous decades combined.
He even felt that, in another few months...
he might be able to challenge for the position of Lower Rank Chief.
But Lord Muzan had said he would give him a special reward.
Surely that could not be a mere Lower Rank position.
"I would gladly serve you in any capacity, my lord! I would die ten thousand deaths without hesitation!"
Xiang Kai lowered his head even further.
Meanwhile, the corner of Muzan's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
You want to become an Upper Rank?
You idiot, do you truly have no idea how little strength you have...?
"Xiang Kai, since you love literature so much, surely you've heard an old saying from Yan Country."
Keeping his tone kindly, Muzan spoke slowly.
"It goes... haste makes waste."
Xiang Kai looked confused and bewildered.
Before his death, he had written novels and biographies, but it had only been something of an amateur hobby.
Of Yan Country's profound literature, he knew only Three Kingdoms and Journey to the West.
Looking at his subordinate's stupid expression,
Muzan struggled to maintain his carefully cultivated "good boss" expression.
"Your Blood Demon Art is still far too underdeveloped."
"Come, open your mouth."
Seeing that the other demon was