Enemy of the World?

"Master, stop drinking. Your injuries have yet to heal; too much alcohol will only harm you."

Inside a tavern, an Old Servant was urging Nangong Yuanwu, who held a wine jar in his hand.

"It's nothing. I've had these injuries for decades already. What harm can a little wine do—how much worse could they possibly get?"

Nangong Yuanwu waved a hand. The scent of liquor wafted from his entire body as he spoke through bleary, drunken eyes.

Once a powerhouse of the Nascent Soul Realm, he was now steeped in utter despondency.

"But Miss said that before she returns, you are not allowed to drink again." The Old Servant continued his earnest persuasion.

At the mention of Mo Hongyun, Nangong Yuanwu froze for a moment, and the wine jar in his hand slowly drooped.

Seeing that it worked, the Old Servant rejoiced inwardly. He knew it—only by bringing up Miss Hongyun could Master be persuaded.

"Master, Miss said that when she next emerges from seclusion, she will ask someone to refine a batch of Body Transformation Pills. Then there may be hope for your injuries to recover."

"Recover?" A trace of bitterness appeared on Nangong Yuanwu's face. "How precious are Body Transformation Pills? Only a Pill Dao Grandmaster can refine such pills. Even if Hongyun's status is no longer ordinary, her cultivation is ultimately still shallow, and her standing in Nether Palace is low. How could it be so easy to ask someone for help?"

"But hope is still hope. Before she left, Miss specifically instructed you to take good care of yourself. If she learns that you are still drinking every day, she will definitely be angry." The Old Servant kept trying to persuade him.

"Fine, fine. Then I won't drink anymore. Let's go back."

Nangong Yuanwu tossed the