Yao Buqi wanted to fall out with Zhou Shu when he heard the words 'demon god'. If someone else had said this, he could take it as a compliment. But when Zhou Shu said it, he felt that he was mocking him.
It was only because he couldn't defeat Zhou Shu that…
Yao Buqi snorted inwardly, but he smiled awkwardly. "I'm here to ask you for guidance, King Zhou.
"We demonic beasts don't use weapons. I don't care for such things."
"I like the way you think. Keep it up." Zhou Shu smiled and patted Yao Buqi's shoulder. "Since you don't care for this sword, give it to me. I'll help you with the rest."
"King Zhou, you're helping me?" Yao Buqi said.
"Don't worry. I won't ruin your reputation as a demon god. Give what others ask for. The other party offered a connate divine weapon, so you have to make them feel that it's worth it, right?" Zhou Shu said with a smile.
