Flame Mountains
To be honest, Qin Shaofeng felt rather helpless at that moment.
If the entrance weren't sealed by a restriction that the drunkard before him had to open, Qin Shaofeng probably wouldn't have bothered with him at all. He would have gone straight into the Initial Secret Realm.
"Oh... ah! You... you want to go in?" The drunkard didn't seem to have fully sobered up.
"Mm, I do. So I'm sorry for the trouble, senior!"
"Oh, then go on in! Uh, wait. Where's your token?" the drunkard asked.
Token?
Qin Shaofeng froze for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the token he had just handed over, now in the other man's hand. Helplessly, he said, "Senior, I've already given you my token!"
"Oh, is that so?"
The drunkard blearily looked at his own hand. Only then did he notice that the token for entering the Initial Secret Realm was indeed in his grasp.
"Mm, the token's fine. You can go in!" The drunkard nodded, then lowered his head again, preparing to resume snoring.
At that moment, Qin Shaofeng was on the verge of completely losing it.
If he weren't certain he couldn't beat the man, he would have already started swinging, intending to beat him to a pulp.
"Senior, please open the entrance restriction. Otherwise, I still can't get in!"
"Restriction?"
The drunkard blearily raised his head again and glanced toward the entrance. Then he seemed to remember something, his expression turning impatient.
"Damn it, standing guard is such a pain. Why the hell have a restriction at all? Opening and closing it all the time is such a hassle. It's exhausting!"
Exhausting!
Ex... haus... ting...
Qin Shaofeng was instantly blown away.
Especially after he saw the drunkard casually wave a hand