"Sleep, of course sleep, you still have Corpse Disintegration Powder on you. Just sprinkle some on these two bodies, do I have to teach you how to do that?"
Such a simple task, and Tang Rao can't even help his master do it properly. So what's the point of having Tang Rao as a disciple?
"Master, I don't have much Corpse Disintegration Powder left. Could you help me save a bit?"
Corpse Disintegration Powder is so rare, but in Wu Suowei's eyes, it seems totally worthless.
Although he occasionally complained, Tang Rao still used a little bit of the powder, sprinkling it on the bodies of a man and a woman.
"That's more like it. Do what your master tells you, and our master-apprentice relationship can last. If you nitpick with me, I'll do the same with you. Why make things difficult?"
Everything Wu Suowei said made sense, and Tang Rao sulkily collapsed on the bed, sleeping until the crack of dawn.
