The Drunken Daoist left. He only offered a single sentence before departing in a hurry, without any unnecessary chatter.
Shen Bai didn't know what the Drunken Daoist was thinking, but the man had said he would bring him three heads. Shen Bai thought it over and figured he was probably referring to the three Demonic Forces.
'This Drunken Daoist is certainly a straightforward one. I haven't even promised I can help him, yet he's already off to kill those three from the Demonic Forces. If it turns out I can't help him, wouldn't he have shot himself in the foot?'
Shen Bai mused, stroking his chin.
The thought appeared and vanished in an instant. He pushed it to the back of his mind and then took out a brush and paper from nearby.
Red Makeup materialized as a ray of light, landing beside Shen Bai and carefully grinding ink for him.
