Chapter 641: The Patriarch Flies Into a Rage

"I'll just sit here and wait for the 10th Wang Clan Patriarch to come," thought Meng Hao complacently. "In the meantime, I'll treat my injuries and just let time pass." He sat there cross-legged in the remote mountain forest, surrounded by silence. The night was dark and charming; a soft breeze brushed gently against his face.

He rotated his Cultivation base as he slowly treated himself. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. A few days passed.

The parrot and the meat jelly emerged during that time, then left to go play on the sea. It was impossible to tell what vices they had indulged in, but they came back smelling like seawater. They made quite the commotion as they returned to perch on Meng Hao's shoulder.

"You are immoral!" cried the meat jelly, preparing to launch into a speech. "That white crane…."