Song Yuanhua felt a bit of a headache.
He forgot one thing: the Demon Race on this island is isolated from the world and doesn't speak the same language as him.
"It's strange that even Mr. Zuo didn't think of this."
When he saw the Demon Race residing in the Divine Wood Forest, he originally intended to chop off a few heads to intimidate these natives, but their enthusiasm made him a bit embarrassed to act.
What pleased him even more was that, despite the language barrier, these demons warmly entertained him and even brought out some good wine.
The fine wine buried under the trees by the monkeys was unexpectedly tempting.
So he got drunk in the forest for two days. If not for his ongoing mission, it might have been even longer.
Now, after giving himself two hard slaps, he finally gritted his teeth and left the former Royal Court of the Yangli Race, carrying a large gourd filled with the Demon Race's strong liquor.
