"Mad Tiger King?"
Wang Wu froze, unable to resist sizing up this utterly ordinary-looking Tiger Demon again. He had never expected it to be a Demon Race member from the same era as the Mad Tiger King, yet it had become a spirit beast. That meant it should now count as a thousand-year great demon as well.
But asking him to deliver a letter to the Mad Tiger King—did it think it was some quest-giving NPC? Ten years from now, the Mad Tiger King would most likely have surrendered to Lu Wuchen. He would not be delivering a letter; he would be delivering himself to his death.
After thinking it over, he said, "Sorry, I have no plans to leave Shamen Village anytime soon."
"No matter. Whenever you leave, simply deliver the letter along the way."
"I'm still sorry, but I have enemies in the Western Wilderness. They are hunting me everywhere, so I cannot make a special trip to Heavenly Dao Mountain just to deliver your letter."
Wang Wu still refused tactfully. What a joke. This spirit beast brother was rather naive.
"Is that so? Then I was presumptuous."
The Tiger Demon seemed somewhat displeased. Lowering its head, it began sharpening a mountain-cleaving saber against an enormous grinding stone.
Wang Wu watched for a while. In truth, he had come to buy some things, or perhaps find himself a job.
That Big Black Pig had been right. He had absorbed far too much Jade Bee Honey in the past. His entire body now seemed thoroughly pickled in it. This state made for excellent cover within the Bee Emperor Palace, but once he left the Bee Emperor Palace, he would be easily detected.
So he truly needed to stay here for a dozen years or so and let the scent