Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes curved with laughter. "I'll buy some groceries and come back to drink with Grandma Shi. Li Chenglong's a lousy drunk. I don't like drinking with him."
"You little monkey!"
Grandma Shi scolded him with a smile. "Go on! Work a little harder. You must lay a solid foundation! Only then can you walk steadily down the road ahead and go far. Remember that!"
"We will!"
Zuo Xiaoduo and Li Chenglong strode away.
Watching the two youths leave, brimming with youthful vitality, Grandma Shi could not help smiling softly.
Youthful vitality like that... she had seen so very much of it.
Perhaps in just a few years, they would head to the battlefield and show their mettle...
Her drifting thoughts ultimately settled into a quiet sigh.
Far away, in the Witch Alliance.
The Heavenly Witch Great Hall!
Deep underground.
"Blargh!"
A mouthful of crimson blood sprayed dozens of meters.
A burly figure stood with his hair hanging loose, panting heavily.
An utterly fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"My eyes have recovered!"
He gasped, looking utterly feeble, then suddenly threw his head back and roared, "You bastard Zuo! I'm not fucking done with you!"
His eyes had recovered, and his body was slowly recovering too, but it still happened occasionally: from time to time, he would inexplicably weaken.
This condition left Flood Great Shaman, the once-invincible powerhouse, utterly speechless.
Occasionally, a surge of power would flood madly into him, making him stronger than before in an instant-far stronger.
But within a few days, a great deal of his own power would be siphoned away again. He was entirely at its mercy and could not resist!
This had happened over and over, intermittently, leaving Flood Great Shaman in unspeakable misery.
His mortal world heart refinement was over.