The Young Fire Demon felt quite aggrieved at this moment. It had barely emerged victorious in resistance, persuading the owner of that store to change his mind, only to have its joy cut short by the wicked butler's interjection.
"Young Master Greerwu, that store is not simple at all, and if it's not necessary, you better not go there again." The butler Tandin, dressed in a red robe, expressed his opinion elegantly using the undulating tones of the ancient Demon Language.
"Why not?" Greerwu, the Young Fire Demon, hadn't switched back from Abyss Language, and replied subconsciously in it, but upon realizing his impropriety, he hastily corrected himself in the ancient Demon Language, "I'm going anyway."
Tandin, the butler, with a calm face, disdainfully said, "As a noble of the demons, young Master Greerwu, how can you resort to using the inferior Abyss Language?"