Without using their Mysterious Cultivation to metabolise the alcohol, the three of them were teetering on the edge of drunkenness.
"In fact... my fate has long been sealed." Xiao Chen shook his head vigorously, trying to sober himself up, and slurred, "When the Half-Ancestor...falls, it will probably be the moment of my doom."
"Why?"
"Even if a miracle happens and I don't die at that time, I can still escape for a while, but...after the Yellow Mud Platform buries the Half-Ancestor, it will definitely need to leave. Then...when the disciples of Semi-Ancestral beings take action, I...will surely die completely."
"You...will definitely be fine." Niu Ren swayed his massive horns, suggesting, "If it really doesn't work out, hide in Lost Paradise."
"Sometimes...death is inevitable." Xiao Chen swayed, pointing at the sleeping Keke, and said, "I'm worried about this little creature. If something really happens to me, what will it...do?"
