The cannibal old steward had held on until now, but he was nearly spent. Even if he gave it everything he had, he could last no more than another quarter of an hour. If the man in green still refused to relent, he would most likely die here.
He had naturally heard stories of instant karma, but he had never dreamed it would happen to him—and with such unforgettable force.
Even so, he tried one last desperate struggle. The blood-eating method was simply too important, a secret passed down through his clan. He was utterly unwilling to give it up.
Xu Yi laughed heartily. "Lovely weather, Brother He. Look at this thick fog rolling in. The sun is sure to come out soon."
"Ah... ah!"
He Binji was practically going mad. What did any of that have to do with anything?
The others could no longer stand to watch. The Brocade-robed young master pointed at the cannibal old steward. "You're still speaking in riddles when there's no need to hide the truth. Things have come this far, and Brother Zhang is still being so shameless. It's enough to make a person sick."
The black-faced old man snorted. "Why bother with him? People like that only know how to take advantage of others, never accept a loss. He'll cling to those two scraps until the day he dies. Just let him fend for himself."
With Xu Yi protecting them, everyone seized the chance to join in berating the cannibal old steward. Besides, they had already resented him for eating people alive, his bloodlust so heavy that it had drawn this damned Origin Being to them.
Xu Yi alone remained perfectly still, without a word.
The cannibal old steward was already feeling utterly exhausted. Through the haze, he could even make out