Hearing the Old Man's words, Mo Li sneered and said, "Blasphemy? What do you think you are? A god? Don't put on airs and act superior around me. You're nothing but a decrepit old bastard who's one step from the grave!"
Mo Li had been utterly blunt. Although he had no idea what was going on here, judging from everything the Old Man had done and the way everyone else treated him, that old bastard was definitely some charlatan pretending to be a divine medium in order to enslave the others. Mo Li just couldn't understand why even those savage Yetis would obey the Old Man's orders. Did Yetis have faith too?
Mo Li had thought his earlier words were merely sarcasm directed at the Old Man, but from the perspective of the Old Man and his followers, they were the height of blasphemy. Almost the instant Mo Li finished speaking, the Old Man's expression turned hideous. Perhaps he was simply too furious, because his body began trembling uncontrollably.
The Old Man raised his right hand, then pointed at Mo Li with a trembling finger. Yet he couldn't utter a word for a long while. A woman who looked to be in her thirties noticed that something was wrong and hurriedly patted the Old Man on the back. She also picked up a palm-sized ceramic jug from the ground beside her and handed it over.
The Old Man took the jug, pressed his nose to its opening, and inhaled forcefully. No one knew what was inside, but after taking a sniff, the Old Man's emotions stabilized considerably. After exhaling deeply, he pointed at Mo Li and said coldly, "Outsider, you will pay the price for your disrespect. You will become food for the God Slaves. Drag him away. Once the