A month ago, in a cave filled with a disgustingly foul smell on an island in the demon territory filled with murky demonic energy,
Zhao Jingwu finished the last piece of beast meat from the original owner of the cave, cursing under his breath,
"Damn it, Tan Feng played a dirty trick! How did he manage to injure several of my major acupoints so badly that they're hard to heal?!"
"Son of a bitch, Tan, wait till I get out of here. If I happen to run into you, I swear I will break your legs!"
"Damn it, this place is drenched with the smell of beast blood and the demonic energy is too dense, it's doing nothing for my healing. I can't stay here anymore."
"It's been a few months since I left the Yang Family, things should have settled down by now, I should be safe to get out, right?"
Zhao Jingwu had been operating in the grey area for so many years, so he had basic caution,