"Oh, yes, Your Majesty the Emperor, yes, yes, yes."

"Moreover, from this moment on, we are no longer ordinary humans!"

"Huh? If not human, then what is it? Could it be a demon?"

The old man looked left and right to make sure no one was around before whispering, "According to one of my guard brothers in the Human Emperor's Palace, the newly appointed elders of the Human Emperor's Palace, the sect leaders of the nine major sects, and the patriarchs of the nine major demon races have discussed it and decided that from now on, whether human or demon, we will all become a new race! And our new race will be called: the Lesser Gods!"

"Minor Gods? That sounds impressive, but not much. Why not just call them Gods? With the overall strength of our world right now, we'd probably just be slaughtering everything in other worlds, wouldn't we?"

"You don't understand, do you? Although our world is much more powerful than before, it still lags far behind the true Immortal Realm! Therefore, we need to bide our time! Once our strength rivals that of the Immortal Realm, we can drop the 'small' in front of it and become a true god race!"

"Oh, I see. No wonder His Majesty the Emperor has such great ambitions." The vendor clicked his tongue, his eyes full of anticipation for the future.

"By the way," the vendor suddenly asked, "Now that humans and demons are no longer separated, is this place still called Kyushu, and the Demon Realm still called the Demon Realm?"

"That's another secret," the old man said mysteriously. "A year from now, His Majesty the Human Emperor will announce to the world that from now on, there will be no more Nine Provinces and Demon Realm in the world. Instead, there will be a brand new place name!"

"What's your name?"

"China!"

"Great! Impressive!" the vendor couldn't help but praise.

The old man chuckled, then turned around and suddenly realized that he seemed to be missing two masks from his stall.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, he noticed that a few taels of silver had appeared on the table.

Not far from the old man's stall, a man and a woman were walking together.

Both of them wore fox-face masks. Xu Xinrou leaned against Su Nian and asked with a light smile, "Aren't you going to stop these rumors circulating in the streets?"

Su Nian smiled and shook her head. "No, let the news spread. Anyway, it's not something worth keeping secret."