"Little Taoist, when people fall ill, they can take medicine, but when the world falls ill, it demands human lives!~"
Watching the elder's lack of noble demeanor as he indulged in eating chicken wings with abandon, Yi Chen's pupils couldn't help but sharply contract.
There was more to the old man's words.
With a thought, Yi Chen refilled the elder's cup with the bitter wine, "Old senior, may I ask how exactly does a sick world 'consume people'?"
"How does it 'consume people'? Hehe." The elder casually wiped his greasy hands on his blue robe before lifting the cup Yi Chen had poured, savored a 'tsk' from a sip, then stretched his mouth into a long smile, "Little Taoist, how do you find these chicken wings?"
"Tell me, as we savor this delicious food, does the dead phoenix carry any resentment?"
"When you roast others over the fire, eventually, someone will roast you over the fire too."
