One incense stick's worth of time later.
"It's on fire!"
"Oh no, where's Aunt Sang?"
Clamor suddenly broke out.
Many people in the shantytown ran out to extinguish the fire.
From a distance, Li Wei watched everything, and seeing the blaze being contained, he let out a sigh of relief: "I prepared in advance, this fire will burn away only that shaman's family..."
"Since it's confirmed to be a stronghold of the magic cult, why not take decisive action?"
Fang Xing said, "That decision isn't bad... A mere small pawn of a masked sect, even if they die, it won't necessarily lead back to you."
"That's exactly it... Moreover, as long as I buy enough time, I can grow strong enough, and then I won't fear the magic cult."
Li Wei was full of confidence one moment, and the next he said: "Senior... can you arrange for me to have that 'True Martial Saint Body' you mentioned?"
