"I spit!" the Blood Demon Cloak said irritably, "I am a Demonic Artifact, yet you're asking me to drink milk, how dare you..."
"Enough," Wang Shouzhe said sternly, "It seems you are just a self-righteous Artifact Spirit with unclear thoughts. Since you have no intention of abandoning darkness for light, we have no choice but to erase your spiritual intellect. Your Majesty, please take action to suppress it."
"I…" Emperor Longchang, who was deep in his card game and about to throw a small tantrum, remembered that Wang Shouzhe had just become his creditor again, swiftly swallowed his anger, closed his cards, and unleashed a vast and domineering aura toward the Blood Demon Cloak, "You stupid cloak, can't you see your place? If Shouzhe tells you to drink milk, just drink it. Do you really think Shouzhe is easy to talk to?"
