After everyone entered the grand hall, they took their seats according to their roles as hosts and guests. This time, Li Zhongyuan offered the seat of honor to the Demon Lord. All of them were cunning old foxes who knew how to behave. Their previous slight towards the Demon Lord was indeed due to their genuine underestimation of him. They thought he was just lucky to have taken Chu Mo as his disciple. But, witnessing how Chu Mo treated his master made them realize one thing: the consequences of offending the Demon Lord could be much worse than those of offending Chu Mo.
So, their attitudes changed immediately and seamlessly, without a hint of embarrassment.
The Demon Lord was always indifferent until this moment, when a faint discomfort appeared on his face. His disdain for the Immortal Realm didn't mean he was ignorant of etiquette. No prominent figure could make him bow, that was impossible!