"Namo, Devil Master Tathagata!" Shujia Lan hurriedly added in a louder voice.
Coming to this Divine Pavilion, though each has their own pursuits and they compete with one another, the bizarre He Huating that suddenly appeared gives the demons present a sense of danger, prompting them to unite against a common foe.
In such an atmosphere, the obsequiousness of Chai Asi seemed somewhat abrupt. He eagerly said, "To see the face of a sage, how fortunate for a junior like me?"
In any case, He Huating does not deserve to be called a "sage." Even his ancestor He Qingsong barely qualifies for such a title.
But he laughed.
The laughter suddenly stopped and was replaced by a labored, bellows-like sound.
Just a couple of light laughs seemed to take a great effort, as if he couldn't catch his breath. He bowed his head, supporting himself on his knees, taking deep breaths!
The young demons present were cautious and didn't seize the chance to make any moves.
