"What in this world would you not dare to do? Do you know that countless years ago, the four of us all thought the same way? But look at us now—trapped in some godforsaken place for tens of thousands of years, a hundred thousand years, millions of years! Take a good look at what we have become!"
The old man looked as though he were drunk. Even his speech was incoherent nonsense. He even pulled a wine gourd from his waist and took a vicious swig. His face was flushed red, yet Ye Tian did not smell the slightest trace of wine. Instead, a foul stench wafted from the gourd.
"This fellow gave up drinking tens of thousands of years ago. If not for his formidable strength, we would never have brought him along. What he is drinking now is merely Wangchuan River water fetched from the Di Yan Domain."
The man beside him looked thoroughly disgusted.
"All of you despise this old man, but if it had not been for me this time, who among you could have escaped that damned place? And now you are talking about me?"
The old man was deeply displeased by their mockery. Waving the gourd in his hand, he erupted.
"Even without you, getting out would only have been a matter of time."
The man in the indigo-blue Daoist robe looked slightly cold.
"Ha ha ha ha! What a pack of ungrateful bastards! If the four of us leave here alive today, I will slaughter you one by one!"
The old man began rambling, and no one knew what he was babbling about. Yet hearing it still made everyone feel uncomfortable.
"Do not forget that there is still a young man ahead waiting for you to deal with."
The black-robed woman sneered. She