Wen Yan stretched out his hand and beckoned to Valak, signaling him to come down and talk, and to stop putting on airs.
As the sixty-second of the so-called 72 Demons on that side, that's honestly kind of pathetic.
Maybe it's just different habits; in the Divine Land we're not that into bragging in big red letters about how awesome we are. Win a big war and it's a few characters; wipe out twelve states, and if you get one full line of record, that's already giving you a lot of face.
But lose once, and the records can't wait to list out even the exact number of carts of grain delivered by logistics that day, down to the last unit.
Take a loss once, and they feel a single scroll isn't enough, they'll give you a whole separate volume.
Over here in Europa though, they love all kinds of boasting—how gloriously they won, how unbelievably badass they are, and a bunch of titles that all sound very badass.
