After running out of the blacksmith store, Wang Yu was puzzled once more… In such a vast world, where could he find Simba's Soul of the Gods?
Simba was now a senile old man who did not even remember how he became incapacitated so he had no idea where to start at all.
As Wang Yu was in deep thought, he mysteriously arrived at the small alley opposite the blacksmith store.
"Oh, what am I doing here?" Wang Yu raised his head and looked around. This was Hermit's territory.
Wang Yu was hesitating if he should greet Hermit but Hermit appeared uninvited by rolling to Wang Yu's feet like a dead puppy.
"Alcohol, do you have alcohol?" Hermit asked with his hands extended out shivering as he looked pale.
"Sigh… What is this? The designer definitely hates old people. All of them look so miserable." Wang Yu mumbled then took out a bottle of wine from his bag and gave Hermit a huge gulp of it.
