"D-Demon Royalty…", the old man's face turned pale.
"Oh? Fellow Daoist, it seems you indeed have vast experience to know about something this rare, you've seen a real Demon Race Royalty with your own eyes?", Wu Long raised his eyebrows with true surprise and a bit of curiosity.
Qian Ying lowered his eyes, "M-my deepest apologies… I-I misspoke-... hm? w-wait…!"
He then suddenly raised his eyes to Wu Long, realizing he also said the word "Demon" instead of what Demon Race call themselves, "...y-you're not of Demon Race…"
"Heh, yes, I'm human, though now I am even more interested in talking to you", Wu Long chuckled, "Even I have never seen a Demon Race Royalty, high and low rank nobility, yes, but Royalty…"
He stretched his hand out to the side, and lightly beckoned with his fingers. One of the chairs in the corner of the room flew over, and he caught it, placing it backrest-side forward and straddled it, placing both hands on top of the backrest to face the two.
