Qin Buyu: ...

Okay, good brother?

How did we become such good brothers?

He was completely helpless against the wind chimes!

At this moment, the Demon King of Han Kingdom was hiding in another world, cursing the Black Wolf of the Snow Region.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now? Should we fight those Chinese spiritual masters? We're going to die anyway."

"That's right, Your Majesty! How can we allow the spiritual masters of China to be insulted like this!"

"Your Majesty, why don't we just submit to the Feng family as well?"

Suddenly, a demon spoke up.

Immediately, demons around them echoed:

"That's right, Wang! As long as we show some sincerity, we might still have a way out!"

"If we follow the Feng family, we'll be considered half-Chinese demons. Wouldn't that be even more prestigious if word got out?"

What a clever little devil! The Demon King of Han Kingdom went over and rewarded him with two large sacks.

"Useless trash! Is the Chinese demon your father?"

The demon looked at its master with a wronged expression. "Weren't you their lapdog before? Why aren't you licking their boots now?"

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from within the other world:

"Huh? Who wants to acknowledge me as their father?"

They were clearly not speaking the language of their country.

The people in the otherworld of the demon race turned to look upon hearing this, their expressions filled with shock.

"Damn it! How did you get in here?!"

Feng Ling was taken aback by what he said, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"What are you saying? Are you insulting me?"

Tianya frowned and said:

"Young Master, judging from the tone, it sounds like he's cursing you."

"Is there a translator present?"

Wind Chime called out, thinking that she should call Snowfield Black Wolf over, since he should understand bird language.

Immediately, a demon stepped forward and answered in a strange accent:

"I am I! I am I!"

To be honest, it's hard to tell whether this demon is from Han Chinese or Chinese, but judging from their accent, they don't seem to be from China.

"Tell your demon king to surrender and be captured immediately, and stop wasting my time."

Upon hearing this, the translator pondered for a moment and immediately translated it to his king.

Upon hearing this, the demon king of Han Kingdom gritted his teeth and asked the wind chime:

"Could we form an alliance? My Great Han Republic has hundreds of millions of demons. Why wouldn't the young master of the Feng family be happy to do so?"

"Sure."

The wind chime said softly:

"Bring out all your demon race members first, and let me see what kind of strength they have."

The Demon King of Han Kingdom certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to listen to the wind chimes:

"Before that, please let the Feng family show us their sincerity. We've heard that you're very close to the Spirit Masters."

The wind chime, listening to the birdsong, felt inexplicably irritated and spoke up:

"Who do you think you are? You think you have the right to negotiate with me? Kneel down!"

The translator was taken aback upon hearing this, and looked at his demon king with a strange expression.

It’s over!

How did the negotiations fail when everything was going so well?

Are all the demon races of China this unreasonable?

No, I have to salvage this situation, or I'll lose my life here today!

So he said to his demon king, “My lord, he praised you as a wise and sensible person. If you are willing to kneel down and talk to him, he will think you are sincere in wanting to negotiate with him.”

Upon hearing this, the Demon King of Han Kingdom was overjoyed. It seemed that the Feng family really wanted to have a proper talk with him!

In Chinese culture, a man's knees are considered to be worth gold; kneeling represents humiliation and submission.

But for the Han people, kneeling is merely a form of social etiquette.

I kneel for good things, and I kneel for bad things. I kneel when my father dies, I kneel when my ex-girlfriend dies, I kneel once if I win the lottery today, and I kneel once before eating ribs tonight to thank God for giving me big ribs. In short, I kneel at the drop of a hat. The only difference is whether I kneel while crying or kneel while laughing.

So the Demon King of Han Kingdom made a gesture, ordering the little demon beside him to bring over a tea table and a kneeling cushion, and then he knelt very politely in front of the wind chimes.

Seeing this, Feng Ling's lips twitched, and she also remembered the ridiculous etiquette of the Han Kingdom. She glanced at the translator:

Dude, did you misunderstand me?

The translator quickly said:

"Young Master Feng, our King wishes to speak with you sincerely! Please grant us this honor..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling couldn't help but smile. Since the ceremony had already been arranged to the fullest extent, he walked over to the coffee table with a smile, but instead of kneeling down, he sat down cross-legged.

Although the demon king of Han Kingdom was displeased, he said nothing and pointed to the tea on the table:

"This is our finest Longjing tea from Han Kingdom! And Han Kingdom specialty pastries, please feel free to sample them, Feng family."

Translator:

"This is top-quality Longjing tea from your land of China! And some West Lake specialty pastries, I hope you enjoy them."

Feng Ling raised an eyebrow and said calmly:

"Never mind, I'm afraid you'll poison me."

The translator's lips twitched, and he turned to the Demon King, saying:

"My Lord Demon King, he said he ate his fill before coming here and can't eat anymore. He'll throw up if he takes another bite..."

He was naturally referring to things that didn't exist in this otherworldly realm of demons.

The Demon King nodded upon hearing this: "That is truly a pity."

The translator quickly smiled apologetically:

"Yeah yeah..."

Then he said to the wind chimes:

"My king understands your caution; it's better to be cautious..."

Fengling scratched her head. "Huh?"

Why do I feel like there's something wrong with this?

The translator breathed a long sigh of relief. At this moment, he considered himself a national hero and a meritorious figure in establishing diplomatic relations with the Chinese demon race!

Fengling turned her head and glanced at the rest of her family:

"This Han Kingdom demon race is better than I imagined; they seem much stronger than the Han Kingdom people."

Sky Crow:

"What the young master says is absolutely right."

Blood Princess:

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