The long table was set, and the exquisite treasure boxes were tightly arranged. The Demon Kings loomed like small mountains, blocking out the sky and casting shadows, making the servants carrying the treasure boxes tremble in fear.
Good luck in the new year!
The Horned Shark King thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Central Plains refined speech, no need to pay attention, it's just about conceding, these land people like to talk nonsense, saying the same thing in different ways to make themselves sound important."
"So that's how it is."
The two Demon Kings whispered to each other, while the White Ape sat on the side, with the Frog King on the left and the Sea Master on the right, wailing in grief that moved anyone who heard it to tears, so much so that the Sea Master had to hold him in a comforting embrace. The remaining Demon Kings couldn't take their eyes off the Treasure Medicine sent from the Southern Frontier.
