(Bonus Chapter for 600 Votes)
Shi Hao stared blankly at the River of Time.
He did not know how severe Red King's injuries were, nor did he know how long Zhou Tong would need to recover. He knew even less why Zhou Tong had remained here.
But his gaze soon hardened. He picked up the wine jug again and kept pouring its contents down his throat. Countless symbols leaped about in his mouth. By the end, even the flavor of the entire jug had gradually faded because of those symbols.
Yet wine still flowed from the mouth of the jug. By then, however, there were no more runes, nor did the sounds of scripture echo any longer. This jug of wine was no longer of any use to Shi Hao.
"Enough!"
At that moment, Zhou Tong, who had been tending to his injuries, opened his eyes. "This jug of wine was accumulated over countless ages. It was not prepared for you alone. Besides, after drinking so much, this wine is already useless to you."
Hearing this, Shi Hao set down the wine jug.
"Senior, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands are now facing a grave crisis. You should leave this place with me!" Shi Hao looked at Zhou Tong earnestly.
He also understood the situation facing the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. If he could bring this member of the Ten Fiends back, it would certainly greatly alleviate their crisis.
Zhou Tong shook his head.
"Senior, do you have some unspeakable difficulty? If there is anything you need, please feel free to command me," Shi Hao said.
"Feel free to command you? What can you do now if even I cannot accomplish it?" Zhou Tong said with a smile.
"Not now, perhaps, but the future may be different!" Shi Hao