Mad Blade and Fan Yi exchanged glances, both smiling with delight.
The Sorcery King's Corpse Insect was incredibly formidable.
However, if Uncle Fuu took action, this kid was bound to be in trouble.
Mad Blade deliberately encouraged him to drink, and Afu downed the cup dry.
Soon, the old man was lying on a wicker chair, sound asleep.
"Master, Master, you..."
Mad Blade called out in disbelief.
The sound of Afu's snoring only grew louder.
"Damn it, this old man fell asleep. What about the Sorcery King now?"
Mad Blade, who was hoping to find shelter under a strong tree, was dumbfounded.
Fan Yi sighed deeply.
"Master is a wise man; he won't let the Sorcery King commit evil deeds."
"Let's just tell him this news; he'll handle it."
As they turned around, they found the wicker chair empty.
The old man, who had been snoring just a moment ago, had vanished.
"Damn, this old guy is unpredictable. Good thing I didn't curse him."
