At this moment,
Wang Wu and Bai Yu faced each other in silence. By now, Wang Wu had more or less figured things out. So Frost Lord—no, Senior Frost Lord—really was both wise and brave, possessed of peerless intellect, truly a model for their generation.
"So, uh, is there any wine left? Let's have some more."
"Still drinking!"
Bai Yu glared. Did this guy know he had just narrowly escaped death?
But then again, he had never expected his master to silently circle back and drug his Half-Immortal Wine. It seemed this really had not been the work of this Bear Cub.
Nor had it been Elder Hui's doing. It had unquestionably come from Black Emperor's side.
For a moment, Bai Yu even felt somewhat sorry for this bear brother before him, who looked foolish yet harmless.
"Cough, cough. No more drinking. Let me give you some pointers instead. But I'm human—I don't have demon core qi and blood to cultivate, so I can only advise you on your acquired Spirit Pills. Uh, well, where should I begin?"
Bai Yu had a splitting headache. He had looked over Wang Wu's five Spirit Pills, and they could only be described as dilapidated beyond measure, riddled with holes.
What even were those? They were worse than donkey dung pellets.
There was simply no way to advise him. Only because he had set up a Five Aggregates Spirit Array had he barely maintained a fragile balance. But once that balance was broken, he would be finished, and it might even drag down his innate bloodline demon core.
In Bai Yu's eyes, the state of Wang Wu's acquired cultivation was even more troublesome than his own blood curse.
No wonder Elder Hui had given up on him outright. Better than getting angry.
"Uh, I'll...