Ye Wudao had no idea how long he had been lying there when he was suddenly jolted awake by the sharp pain of a whip cracking!
Pa!
An iron whip lashed across Ye Wudao's body.
"Ah, that hurts!"
Ye Wudao slowly opened his eyes to see the Old Scoundrel standing before him, hands behind his back, holding an iron whip.
"God-grandpa, why are you hitting me?" Ye Wudao asked, his face full of dissatisfaction.
"Did you bring back the bloodshark liver?" the Old Scoundrel asked nonchalantly.
What!?
The liver!
Ye Wudao smacked his head hard.
Oh no!
In his rush to escape, he'd completely forgotten to retrieve the liver!
"God-grandpa, I killed more than ten bloodsharks and was just about to extract their livers, but then the Bloodshark King appeared, and I got chased nonstop…" Ye Wudao began explaining, but before he could finish, the Old Scoundrel struck his rear with the whip once again.
