Three months. A full three months.
From beginning to end, the Wang Clan never again invited Di Xiu into formal negotiations. Instead, they continued to lavish the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom's visitors with fine food and drink.
Having gradually grown accustomed to the pleasures of human life, the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom's higher-ups, Di Xiu included, slowly began to feel somewhat embarrassed.
As for the Azure Phoenix Demon Emperor...
She had voluntarily signed the compensation contract in order to repay the Wang Clan's losses. A mere seven hundred years of labor was nothing much to the long-lived Demon Race.
Thus, the Nine-Tails Demon Emperor and Di Xiu simply sought out Wang Shouzhe together and asked whether they could arrange a time to begin the next round of negotiations.
Yet Wang Shouzhe appeared exceedingly casual. He merely proposed a cooperative agreement of mutual non-aggression and commercial exchange, as though he had never intended to make the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom submit to Great Qian at all.
The Nine-Tails Demon Emperor and Di Xiu could not help exchanging glances.
Could it be that they had truly measured the heart of a gentleman with the yardstick of a petty man, and misunderstood Emperor Longchang and Clan Head Shouzhe?
Mutual non-aggression without the need for submission was naturally something the Nine-Tails Demon Emperor and Di Xiu were happy to see.
As for the trade proposal, neither of them could quite imagine how much commerce there could possibly be between the Demon Race and humanity.
After all, the Myriad Saints Nation had been self-sufficient ever since its birth. Human currency was utterly useless within the Myriad Saints Nation.
However, the Wang Clan's warm hospitality over this period had caused the demons' favor toward the Wang Clan to increase by the day, and their attitudes had