As Wangchuan finished speaking, Drago nodded slightly and took a step forward.
He stopped before the enormous blue phantom, his bearing respectful but not servile, his gaze steady and burning.
"Great Moon Demon."
He spoke, his voice a little deeper than when he had spoken to Shendu earlier.
"I have long heard of your great name."
"My father often speaks of you. Among the Eight Demon Sorcerers, only you can move freely through rifts in the void. Only your power can shake the paths of the stars."
He paused, a perfectly measured smile rising at the corners of his mouth, neither fawning nor ostentatious.
"Only upon seeing your true form today did I realize how pale my father's descriptions were. Your very existence is the finest embodiment of strength."
He bowed slightly, placing his right hand over his chest in an ancient demon gesture of respect.
"I, Drago, son of Shendu, offer you my sincerest respect."
"May your moonlight forever illuminate the roads through darkness, and may your power never run dry."
Having finished, he straightened and met Tso Lan's deep eyes openly.
He knew that before this ancient demon who could manipulate gravity, any insincerity would be seen through.
So he chose a more sophisticated strategy.
Seven parts sincerity, three parts performance.
The sincerity lay in his genuine awe of Tso Lan's power; the performance lay in wrapping that awe in an almost pilgrim-like devotion.
The tail behind him swayed gently, a sign of excitement.
Because he knew that once he won Tso Lan's favor, the day he left this prison would be close at hand.
"..."
"..."
Seeing Drago's fawning manner, several of them felt that he truly was Shendu's offspring.
Even Shendu's old face reddened.
He raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
The five demons'