The wine... was still warm!
Ye Wushuang took the cup and drained it in one go. The wine was, indeed, still warm.
The crowd outside was still in shock, their eyes fixed on Ye Wushuang. They realized this white-robed young man was far too mysterious!
Even the Xiaoo Yue Demon King was currently kneeling on the ground.
This was something none of them could have ever imagined!
"Young Master!" Lan Zheng, at his side, glanced at the still-kneeling Xiaoo Yue Demon King in shock before turning to Ye Wushuang.
"It's nothing. Just took a little time to acquire a mount."
Ye Wushuang said nonchalantly.
Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, the crowd felt a heavy blow to their hearts. A fearsome Demon King, a being who had easily defeated their City Lord, had been taken as a mount!
"You can get up now." Ye Wushuang ignored the crowd's reaction and turned to the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc.
"Yes, Master!"
The Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc bowed respectfully before rising to his feet.
