"I agreed to meet the Divine Envoy out of respect for Mars, but you should not take advantage of that," said Wang Xuanling in a gloomy voice.
The meeting between the Southern Sea Demon Clan and the Far West Demon Clan in that tower did not seem to be going well.
The thin old man sitting at the head of the table was as quiet as the deep sea when calm, but when his face darkened, it was like stormy waves, suffocatingly oppressive.
Opposite him, sat the Divine Envoy wearing a bronze mask. Against this nearly infinite pressure, it was difficult to discern whether the face behind his mask was in pain. But the pair of eyes that were visible appeared unusually calm.
Huo Tianya waved his hand and chuckled, "Mister Navy, don't be angry. Let's talk this through. Everything is negotiable."
At his words, Navy drew back his oppressive aura.
The scene was somewhat strange, with the negotiation between the sea demons and land demons being mediated by a human.
