Half a month later, in the evening.
Outside Shambala Town, near the location of the original No. 13 Mine.
A camp had just been put to use not long ago. Inside one of its spacious rooms, Witch Demon Elder Ah Fu was sitting in his seat, savoring a cup of tea.
The tea was sweet tea, with an overall murky yellow color. The bottom was sedimented with quite a bit of gray-brown powder, which were undissolved sugar cubes. Besides that, the tea had an excessive amount of honey added, making it sweet enough to nauseate a bunch of people.
But Witch Demon Elder Ah Fu didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he took a deep sip, smacked his lips, and showed an immensely satisfied expression.
He had really been asleep for too long, and combined with his new body being that of an aging man, his reactions to many stimuli were exceedingly dull. Only stimuli three times as strong could let him enjoy a normal delightful sweet taste.
