The old man left. Fang Yu had actually argued him into leaving—though it could not really be called scolding, only an argument, an argument, an argument that drove him away. After all, the old man could only remain awake for such a short while. If he stayed awake too long, he would have to return to slumber, because it was not yet time for him to awaken—or rather, he was still incapable of truly waking up. He had only been forced awake, intending to use his status to pressure Fang Yu into leaving. But Fang Yu had not given him that chance at all. At worst, he could simply drag things out here. For Fang Yu, that was no hardship.
As far as Fang Yu was concerned, the old man could only remain for a little while at most, while Fang Yu had all the time in the world. He could take his time and wear him down. If it came to strength, perhaps he was not the old man's match, but he could stall for time. Once the time came, the tiger would have no choice but to fall back into slumber. There was simply no other option for him. Under such circumstances, Fang Yu had nothing to worry about.
He only needed to keep dragging things out. Fang Yu was merely curious about which old man would come next. If it was still that group of old undead fellows, he would not mind continuing to waste time with them. However, just as the old man left, his younger brother arrived.
His younger brother had heard every word of what had just been said. Zhang Ruochen had somehow managed to eavesdrop on their conversation. That was quite an impressive ability, and Big Black Cat had clearly taught it to