'Pah, what kind of ridiculous thought is this!?'
Zou Feng shot to his feet. 'While that outcome wouldn't be bad, it's definitely not part of my original plan.'
'Besides, what "king of kings" nonsense? The Government Office would be the first to disagree. They'd send the nearby Cheetah Camp to annihilate me the very next day, and my corpse would be hung on the city gates to bake in the sun for ten days and ten nights.'
Realizing this, Zou Feng nearly lost his footing again, swaying dizzily.
Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten to keep Cultivating, so that feeling of growing excitement, of "floating," finally began to dissipate.
'So, is it because I wasn't excited to the point of frenzy just now, and therefore didn't completely transfer the side effects of the Evil Eye Wine?'
Regardless, it seemed his Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step had a chance of breaking through to Refined Skill soon.
