Westward State, within that vast forest.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
Something resembling a cow's leg was clamped over the fire, the flames licking it and emitting a piercing sizzle, while also wafting out bursts of fragrance.
Xu Yu sat beside it, occasionally sprinkling some seasoning on top.
He looked utterly relaxed.
Only his little face was wrinkled up right now.
He had of course heard about MysteriousDaoist becoming a Saint, suddenly transitioning to Mysterious Saint.
He had only meant to bluster at that time.
He hadn't expected the other party to actually go and kill a Saint, then step onto the path of sainthood upon the fallen Saint's demise.
"Am I indirectly responsible for the death of a Saint?"
The thought startled Xu Yu.
Surely that couldn't count, right?
No, no.
That karma couldn't land on his head.
If that were to count against him, wouldn't he cry himself to death?
