Fang the Master: No Harm in Mutual Slaughter

Chapter 187: Fang the Master: No Harm in Mutual Slaughter

After a drinking feast, Old Mountain Lord concluded his business with Fang Shu, then sank into a nap on his own.

The other party was exceedingly free-spirited. Though he had helped Fang Shu greatly, he had no intention whatsoever of asking Fang Shu to repay peach with plum, nor did he want to hear any flattering words.

This caused the many words Fang Shu had prepared early on to remain swallowed in his belly.

He looked over the vast Ganoderma Terrace, then at those demon drinkers who, full of food and wine, could not even be bothered to bid Old Mountain Lord farewell before scattering in a hubbub like a lake bursting apart. He could not help but smile mutely, realizing that he had been too attached to appearances.

Presumably, in Old Mountain Lord's eyes, qi-refining demons and people like them were merely cats and dogs at his knees, things to tease for amusement in idle moments. Why would he ever expect repayment, much less speak of investment? He simply acted as he pleased.

Still, Fang Shu formally bowed to Old Mountain Lord as he slept before turning and heading down the hill.

Just as he turned, a figure shot over to his side with a whoosh.

The other party familiarly said, "Brother Fang, are you heading back to the mountain gate? We're going the same way for half the road. Let's go together, together."

Fang Shu looked up and found that it was Brocade-Furred Lord, whom everyone had seen off. A bulging bundle was slung around his neck. There were no lesser demons or monsters attending him, nor was he traveling in a sedan chair. He seemed to be walking all the way to Floating Mountain.

This sight suddenly