Though he did not want to admit it.
Wang Wu knew that, at this very moment, he had to leave at once.
Otherwise, if Lu Wuchen discovered that he had escaped the encirclement from here, he would only end up harming A Qing.
The best course now was to let time pass, making Lu Wuchen waste a vast amount of resources and expend enormous prestige, only to end up drawing water with a bamboo basket.
For the Human cultivators' plans to develop the Western Wilderness, this would be a strategic-level slap across the face.
Wang Wu finally set off in silence.
Passive Concealment at 21.2 truly was an unbeatable trump card. He crossed mountains and ridges as if walking on level ground. Even when he walked over mud, his more than ten-ton body left no footprints.
His entire body was as light as a feather.
Except his heart was heavy.
Toward this world that had once made him feel so severely detached—a world in which he had felt nothing beyond his own life and death—he had finally developed a real, flesh-and-blood sense of belonging.
He had never acknowledged in his heart that he was a bear. He had always believed he was merely playing through the mortal world. No matter how dangerous or terrifying things became, at most he felt as if he were playing a one-life-clear game.
He owed this world nothing, nor had this world ever moved him.
Even Old Ox and Little Mountain Pig—though he called them brothers and acknowledged them in his heart—Wang Wu had never felt sad over their departure.
Even when Wolf Bu'er had made things difficult for him and triggered a chain of consequences, he had never truly hated him enough to grind his teeth.
But now, this world was like blood, like