Chapter 1615 It’s Actually Him!
- Elder Black Mist watched the surroundings with razor‑sharp caution.
- After Tiger brought him that king ginseng, his mind started to race. The thing was a treasure to him. It might even push him straight into the fusion realm. But a single stalk was way too little. So, knowing how king ginseng grows, he followed Tiger to the Flesh-Eater tribe’s village, planning to take the rest. On the way, he even came up with a kill-two-birds plan: since he was going to steal the Flesh-Eaters’ king ginseng, why not hand the Flesh-Eaters over to that Wuzong Sect cultivator from the Clear River Division? Then he thought it through—too tricky. Plus, he didn’t know if that Wuzong cultivator wanted to personally butcher the Flesh-Eaters. If he rushed in and wiped them out, wouldn’t that cross the guy’s line? In the end, Elder Black Mist decided to grab the king ginseng and leave, ignoring whatever beef the Clear River Division had with the Flesh-Eaters.
- Who knew the Flesh-Eaters had zero sense of reality? With a blade on their necks, they still refused to hand the goods over. Fine. Then they needed a lesson. Start with Tiger. A piece of trash expelled by their Righteous Sect still had the nerve to come crawling back for help? Clueless idiot. If not for the king ginseng in Tiger’s hand, Elder Black Mist would’ve blasted him to pieces the second time he showed up. Killing him now wouldn’t be too late.