"Mr. Zheng, have a drink!" Di Jun held a white jade cup and urged Zheng Ming in a deep voice. His expression was carefree, as if he had completely forgotten about the impending disaster facing the Demon Clan. However, Zheng Ming absolutely did not believe that Di Jun could be so carefree.
Even a Saint, upon learning of matters concerning their life and death, would definitely not be able to remain calm, let alone be in the mood for drinking.
Zheng Ming raised the cup and took a sip before turning his gaze to Donghuang Taiyi, who was seated beside Di Jun.
At this moment, although Donghuang still exuded imperial majesty, Zheng Ming could sense a faint gloom in his aura. It was clear that Donghuang Taiyi was quite despondent about the matter at hand.
"It is quite heartening that Your Majesty has already perceived this," Zheng Ming said with a slight smile after a brief contemplation. "It seems Your Majesty has already made a decision regarding this matter."
