"TSK, TSK, TSK..."
The Old monster smacked his lips. "Once this thing starts selling and more and more people worship it, who knows? Maybe people will really start to believe there is a deity named Qinghe God."
After saying that, he paused and then added, "But who could have thought it's just a little earth demon that picks mushrooms in the mountains?"
Brother Nan suddenly sniffed. "I smell sourness."
Then he turned to ask Zhou Li, "Do you smell it?"
Zhou Li didn't respond.
To save the Old monster's face.
As expected, the Old monster immediately frowned, showing signs of annoyance and almost lashing out in embarrassment. Thinking that it might strengthen Brother Nan's belief that he was being sour, he quickly suppressed his annoyance and said sternly, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I, the mighty Great Devil King, be jealous of a petty earth demon? I've had statues before—one that could top these few hundred!"
