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Middle Rank Old King.
Such a being could shake the entirety of the Holy City, capable of rallying its entire military force in opposition.
Yet now, he was being cradled by Han Dong as a pillow for his leg, drool trailing down it.
If the scene before them were to be painted and put up for sale, it's likely that every Demon lord's main city would purchase one, hanging it in their interrogation rooms to inflict mental torture on others.
"You're awake?"
"Ah... Toad Ancestor! I..." Han Dong was immediately jolted awake with all drowsiness scared out of him.
"It's alright, I came here merely to discuss human affairs with you... Just a moment ago, I sent your friends back.
What surprises me is that, in merely three hundred years, there are already among you humans those who have touched upon the stature of 'The King', truly inconceivable.
Having spent a long time immersed in the 'Dreamlands', I haven't kept up with human affairs, can you tell me about their situation?"
