The old man hadn't really given it much thought; he simply wanted to see what Mo Qi was made of.
Seeing the constipated looks on Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor's faces, how could he not guess what was on their minds?
"Heh heh."
With a soft chuckle, he vanished on the spot, as if he had never been there at all.
Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor exchanged a look, communicating in secret.
"That old geezer's gone?" the Pig Emperor asked, its little eyes darting around, though it couldn't see a thing.
"I don't think so. I bet he's hiding somewhere, watching us," Mo Qi replied, wiping the cold sweat from his brow as he put away the nearby stove and dining table.
"Holy hell, does that old geezer have such a sick sense of humor?" The thought of an old man spying on it from the shadows made the Pig Emperor's scalp tingle and its skin crawl with goosebumps.
