Another sunny day, bright sunlight shining down, golden particles rolling in like the morning glow.
Unfortunately, it's not for Wang Wu.
So he didn't bother to look, just closed his eyes to feign sleep, ready to drift into dreams, when suddenly, he heard voices. Those two Human Race Cultivators walked out from the formation of the campsite.
The young one seemed fine, but the older Human Race Cultivator appeared somewhat weak, his face yellowish, as if injured in last night's battle.
But Wang Wu didn't see him getting hurt.
Bao Dachun wasn't able to get close to him at all.
What's going on?
"Senior Brother, is your health alright?"
The young one looked worried.
"No problem, Junior Brother, you did very well. If it weren't for you last night, I might have fallen. That leopard is really sinister, refining Demon King Level Poison into its claws..."
