Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya sat down and asked with a smile, "What are you saying about me?"
The Peacock King had someone serve him wine, raised his glass, and said happily, "We were talking about how you became an idol of our Demon Clan. Our cultivators saw you bloodbath the Ancient Demon Clan. It was truly earth-shattering, even I admire you greatly. Now the Tyrant Dragon Clan is nearly wiped out, the Ancient Demon Clan's top ten elders have lost five, posing no threat to us anymore."
Long Fei drank a glass with him and reminded him, "Big brother, although many of the Ancient Demon Clan's top members are dead, they are not fundamentally broken. This force must still be guarded against. They keep developing Blood Spirit Stones and might get entangled with the Demon Race in the future."
"I'll be wary of that!"
The Peacock King nodded and asked him, "When are you leaving?"
Long Fei replied, "I came to say goodbye to you, big brother."
