Upon hearing this, Wang Wu immediately looked at Uncle Song, then at the withered old tree a hundred meters away. His heart skipped a beat. No way. Could Wolf Bu'er have flown into a rage from humiliation and decided to kill him to silence him?
That shouldn't be the case, though.
But why did he keep feeling so uneasy?
Could Wolf Bu'er be planning to force himself on him?
This was Wolf Bu'er's territory. There was a Third-grade Great Demon, three towns, wealth to rival a nation—a genuine old thousand-year clan. Maybe he should just give in.
Work hard, become a bootlicker, have a little wolf pup someday, and call him—wait, what the hell was he thinking? What kind of nonsense was that?
Wang Wu despised himself ten thousand times over. He had failed to become a bootlicker back on Earth, and now that he had transmigrated into the Cultivation World, he was still going to become one? Then wouldn't his transmigration have been for nothing?
He would never submit!
In an instant, Wang Wu had made up his mind.
After glancing once more at Uncle Song, who stood there like a wooden man, he strode forward, prepared to fight at any moment.
Hmm, why was there no movement?
Even when Wang Wu reached the withered tree, everything remained calm and peaceful. Yet behind the tree stood an open door, beyond which lay a winding stairway passage.
It was covered in dust and dead leaves. One look was enough to tell that no one had come here for a long time.
Wang Wu looked back again. Uncle Song was still standing there, wearing a strange smile. Ah, this scene was terrifying!
Yet his Level 16 Danger Sense had not reacted at all. So he hardened his scalp and entered, following