"Se-Senior, this junior has no virtue, no manners, says one thing and means another. Senior, please forgive my sins! Please give this junior a chance to turn over a new leaf."
Once he came to his senses, Wang Wu sprang out of the huge vat with a splash, hurriedly dropped to his knees to admit his fault, and slammed his head against the ground again and again.
Good and evil, intentions, dignity—none of that mattered anymore.
Before an old Human cultivator who had lived three thousand years, he only wanted to be a spirit beast—willingly, from the bottom of his heart.
Because this was someone he simply could not afford to provoke.
"Hehe! Go back, go soak in it. What makes this Evil Wind Bone Plague so strange is that if the treatment does not last a full three months, it really can flare up again anytime, anywhere. Get up, get up. This old man has said it already: within Shamen Village, all living beings are equal. Outside, this old man might well capture a little Bear Cub like you and take you back as a mountain-guarding spirit beast. But here, we are merely passersby who happened to meet by fate. Do not be afraid."
Old Man Sha smiled, speaking lightly, but every word was sincere.
So Wang Wu hastily climbed back into the vat. His life came first.
Yet he no longer dared to ask questions recklessly.
Old Man Sha, on the other hand, seemed quite eager to talk.
"Little friend, did you come here specifically because of the Evil Wind?"
"Reporting to Senior, this junior merely had nowhere left to go and accidentally entered the Western Wilderness Desert. Then I encountered the Evil Wind. I survived it twice and gained a small stroke of fortune, and only then