Flowers bloom in pairs, each stands out on its own.
It was after Gonggong and Zhu Rong destroyed the South Heavenly Gate and fled with injuries that Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged a look, each discerning the other's anger and an indescribable sense of humiliation.
"Your Majesties, the Lingxiao Palace is currently hosting a banquet for the prestigious members of the Demon Race. If we rashly start a war with the Demon Race now, I fear it may offend these great powers of the Demon Race!" Kunpeng let out a sigh and stepped forward to say, "Let's wait until the birthday celebration is over before discussing our strategy. It's not too late then!"
Di Jun slightly nodded, somewhat desolate as he stepped into the grand hall.
At this moment, the hall was still bustling with toasting and laughter. Only the other Demon Race protectors, along with Xiezhi and Bai Ze, the Left and Right Heavenly Masters, had a hint of somberness on their demon faces.
