Faced with Zhang Chen's query, Chen Sanliang simply smiled lightly, without retorting or arguing, and calmly poured wine for Zhang Chen: "If you don't believe it, you can go ahead and try it yourself."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen fell silent. He could feel Chen Sanliang's confidence opposite him, but he still felt restless inside.
"We part ways today, unsure of when we'll meet again, but I have a favor to ask of you." Chen Sanliang raised his cup and took a sip.
"What is it?" Zhang Chen looked at Chen Sanliang in surprise: "You, sir, now command the Demon Race's army, holding a high position and authority within the Demon Race, hailed as the 'Demon Master,' and yet there's something you need to ask of an ordinary person like me?"
Zhang Chen's words carried no malice, merely teasing Chen Sanliang, and the tone was light, easing the tension between them immediately.
