"What's the matter, just a Monster Emperor Diagram, is it that difficult for you?"
Lu Bei raised an eyebrow, "Don't feel troubled, we're all brothers here. If you're troubled, I will be troubled as well."
As he spoke, he weighed the jade slip in his hand.
Some monsters may still be alive, but in social terms, they were already dead, becoming nothing more than the butt of jokes over tea and meals.
What's more terrifying is being socially and physically dead, leaving an eternal stink even after death.
And what's even more terrifying is that their sons follow suit.
Vermilion Bird was a prestigious Monster King, carrying the hopes of the Peacock Clan, with lofty aspirations, aiming for the position of Monster Emperor. He didn't want to die a worthless death, and even less to become a laughingstock after his demise.
So, under the silent gaze of Lu Bei, Vermilion Bird quickly handed over the Monster Emperor Diagram.
So easy, you're not playing tricks on me, are you?
