"Ugh... it hurts like hell."
Shen Qiu slowly opened his eyes. The moment his consciousness cleared, agonizing pain surged through his entire body as if every bone had come loose, making him suck in a sharp breath.
"Hah, as expected, I'm the one who laughs last."
Then he remembered the scene where he had snatched food from the tiger's jaws. The pain immediately vanished without a trace, and a wicked, charming curve lifted the corners of his lips.
"You're awake."
A deep, steady voice suddenly rang out without warning, startling Shen Qiu so badly that his whole body jolted and he nearly sprang off the ground.
"Who?!"
He immediately looked toward the voice. By the faint, dim light, he saw two tall figures.
The man on the left was broad-backed and burly, standing like an iron tower. Explosive power surged through his entire body, while a pair of bright, fierce eyes remained fixed on him.
The man on the right was a disheveled-looking man in blue robes, an Ancient Bronze Sword strapped to his back. He merely stood there in silence, yet somehow gave off an intense sense of security.
"It's you, Shen Xiao!"
After recognizing that familiar figure, Shen Qiu's heart relaxed. He then lowered his head to look at what he held in his hand, and sure enough, the insect cocoon was still there.
Just as he was secretly sizing them up, the iron-tower-like man suddenly spoke, his voice booming like a great bell: "You're saying he and Master are members of the same clan?"
"Yes."
Shen Xiao nodded, as concise as ever.
It turned out that not long after the two entered the Ancient Immortal Realm, they had encountered each other by chance on the wasteland. They had immediately joined forces and decided to hunt Demons and