A Word Between Life and Death

Then Fang Che could only watch helplessly as this damnable fellow even took out his bedding.

He settled everything properly.

He actually set up tables and chairs in front of the Thatched Cottage. Then an entire tea set appeared, and soon the air was filled with the fragrance of tea leaves.

The Blue-Clad Man sat in a chair with one leg crossed over the other, smiling as he said, "You don't have to come out. That's fine. Then let's see who can outlast whom! From now on, I'm living here."

Then he flicked a finger. "Come here."

He reached out and sucked with his palm, and a plump wild rabbit was caught in his hand. He deftly skinned it, cleaned out its entrails, set up a barbecue grill, took out some seasoning, and leisurely began roasting the meat.

Fang Che nearly broke down!

He was practically exploding!

What the hell? I must be seeing things! What kind of person is this, anyway? Fang Che was certain of one thing: no normal person could ever do something like this.

Of course, the most crucial point was...

The Blue-Clad Man's barbecue stand was right beneath the tree where Fang Che was hiding! The fragrance of meat rose with the smoke.

This made Fang Che deeply suspicious. Could this bastard have discovered me long ago? How could he be so precise? But if he had discovered me, he should have taken some action.

Fang Che waited anxiously. In any case, his Spiritual Power was inexhaustible right now. Fine, I'll wear you down. Let's see who's the first to give in.

*At most, after waiting for some time and finding that no one comes out, you'll leave, right? By common sense, after exhausting every possible scheme and still failing to force anyone out of