Just as the Heavenly Fleet and Blossom Mountain were frantically mobilizing, deep within the southwestern territories ruled by the Six Demon Kings...
This toast is for our Prince Adrian. If not for Prince Adrian providing us with elixirs and magical tools, when war breaks out again with the Celestial Army, the six of us brothers would have no idea how to survive!" King Bullhorn raised his horn-shaped cup high and called out enthusiastically, "Come, the six of us together—let's toast Prince Adrian!"
The Six Demon Kings all stood up at once.
Inside the fire-lit cave, Prince Adrian, seated at the second place, was slow to rise. He merely lifted his cup lazily, making a show of it.
King Bullhorn's expression grew faintly awkward, but he still forced a laugh and said, "Come, a toast to Prince Adrian."
With that, he tipped his head back and drank it all in one go.
The other demon kings also downed their drinks, though their eyes held little friendliness.
Prince Adrian brought the cup to his nose, sniffed it, then merely took a light sip before setting it down with a look of disgust.
His expression was full of contempt.
Now, with all six demon kings having finished their drinks, each stood holding an empty cup, watching Prince Adrian with varied expressions.