"Fellow Daoist, please sit!" The demon cultivator boldly took a seat and beckoned to Han Li.
Han Li took a seat across from the demon cultivator and remained silent.
The demon cultivator narrowed his eyes and gently said, "It seems I've embarrassed myself. I still haven't asked for your esteemed name. My name is Feng Xi."
After a moment of hesitation, Han Li slowly said, "My surname is Li!"
"Hehe, so it's Fellow Daoist Li. You must feel somewhat confused. In truth, if any other cultivator had appeared before me, I would've definitely slain them despite not being from the local sea race. Peaceful coexistence between humans and demons is certainly impossible."
Han Li felt his heart tremble and forced a smile, asking, "In that case, does Senior Feng see something different about Junior?"
