The Black Bear Demon was over the moon to receive an answer, his own judgment proving right, and he silently cheered himself on with even more resolve.
Someday, he too wished to become a strong figure like Peng.
Yang Jian took a deep breath and relaxed his clenched fist, deciding not to stoop to the level of a simpleton.
With a radiant smile, Tian Peng stepped forward, wishing he could beat the crap out of the Black Bear Demon, yet still gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, albeit a bit forcefully.
Despite the extra strength, the Black Bear Demon, thick-skinned and furry, felt nothing at all.
Instead, he seemed even more cheerful, ready to make a further effort.
Seeing no more fun to be had, Chen Nuo turned and went back into the shop.
"Well then, since everything's settled, let's go inside for a drink and let bygones be bygones," the Bull Demon King spoke up, playing the peacemaker.