Fu Qingyang had cleared an S-rank instance dungeon?
The embarrassment in Xiahou Aotian's heart vanished in an instant, replaced by excitement and delight. With Yuanshi Tianzun unreachable, their small team, Return of the Dead, had been like a group without a backbone.
All he could do was sink into drinking, smoking, and pleasure alongside Zhai Cai, sighing to himself: The apocalypse is coming. As the protagonist, all I can do is endure the humiliation of enjoying such abundant material comforts.
Now that Fu Qingyang had returned to reality, the team had finally regained its pillar.
Upon returning to his study, Fu Qingyang's gaze naturally fell upon Xiahou Aotian in the reception area, as well as the Sole-Heir Knight wrapped in a sleek black mink coat.
He was neither surprised nor startled. He merely swept his gaze over them calmly, as composed as a commander-in-chief who did not change expression even with Mount Tai collapsing before his eyes.
Then he noticed that his prized cognac and cigars had been unpacked, uncorked, and were being thoroughly enjoyed by the two of them.
Xiahou Aotian's eyes darted about as he hurriedly poured Money Prince a glass of liquor. "A toast to Elder Fu for clearing an S-rank instance dungeon and advancing to level nine, Sovereign!"
Fu Qingyang accepted the glass and lowered his eyes to inspect the liquid within.
At that moment, the Sole-Heir Knight walked over, a cigarette between the fingers of one hand and a wineglass in the other. Smiling, he said, "Sorry. We helped ourselves to the treasures in your home without the owner's permission. You're not angry, are you?"
Fu Qingyang said blandly, "It's fine."
Though he said that, Zhai Cai and Xiahou Aotian's body hair stood on end. Every pore felt as if it were being pricked by