"Se... Senior, I am without virtue and was disrespectful. Please forgive me! Give me a chance to mend my ways."
Realizing his mistake, Wang Wu jumped out of the large vat with a splash, hurriedly knelt down to admit his error, and kowtowed heavily.
What good or evil, what intentions, what reputation—all these were forgotten.
In front of an Old Deng who had lived for three thousand years, he only wanted to become a Spirit Beast, willing and sincerely yearning to be one.
Because he truly could not afford to provoke him.
"Hehe! Go back, keep soaking. The eerie thing about the Evil Wind Bone Plague is that if the treatment isn't complete over three months, it will definitely recur suddenly at any time. Get up, get up, I've already said it, in Shaman Village, all living creatures are equal. Outside, I might have to capture you, little bear cub, to be a Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast, but here, we're merely passing acquaintances meeting by chance. Don't be afraid."
