Xu Yi waved his hands repeatedly. "Just joking, Middle Envoy, just joking. Please thank the Palace Master for me. If I have the chance, I'll thank him in person."
Xu Yi was willing to wholeheartedly welcome a Middle Envoy like Cao Wushang.
He handed over more than thirty Profound Yellow Essences, and Cao Wushang left in high spirits.
Last time, Yan Wuyi had mentioned Sui Kuohai to him, and Xu Yi had taken the matter to heart.
If Sui Kuohai had truly passed away and shed his mortal shell, then the Origin Fire he had refined might well still exist.
Xu Yi knew all too well how precious the Sui clan's Origin Fire was. It was difficult to nurture, and after all these years, he had barely managed to strengthen it on his own.
If he could gather Sui Kuohai's Origin Fire, his strength would surely make great strides.
Even if he couldn't cultivate Wrath of Burning Heaven to completion, his Primordial Fire Technique would certainly improve considerably.
Before, even hearing the news had been useless; he simply couldn't spare the time.
Now that things had mostly settled down, Xu Yi felt he could go investigate.
But how could he go exploring without Desolate Charm? At a critical moment, that fellow could prove immensely useful.
He waited all night, but Desolate Charm didn't return. It wasn't until noon the next day that the fellow came back looking thoroughly drunk, calling Xu Yi "brother" with every other word.
Xu Yi watched him, anger rising in his heart. He only wished his piss were yellow enough to wake him up.
With a flick of his finger, he conjured ice. The bone-chilling water splashed across Desolate Charm's face, making him shudder and sober up at once.
"How much booze did you pour down