Snow Wolf General officially entered seclusion.
In a hidden corner beneath the pigeon coop, Wang Wu built it a meditation chamber ten centimeters long, wide, and high.
He piled some silt and leaves around it. Just like that, the camouflage and concealment effect was quite good.
To demons of Fourth Rank and below, it was simply a dimensionality-crushing blow.
Wang Wu did not go far either. He could not leave Snow Wolf General's side by more than three meters. That way, he could share his Passive Concealment with Snow Wolf General.
Even if someone like Lu Wuchen tried to divine Snow Wolf General's location, they would never succeed.
Of course, Wang Wu even had an unreliable thought: Lu Wuchen, and that Liu Wujiu fellow, had most likely stopped hunting him.
Not because they had laughed away their grudges with him, but because they clearly understood that they could not catch him. Rather than being toyed with like monkeys, they might as well use another method.
Like what he had once said: using the greater tide of events to force a kill.
Unless Wang Wu hid in some corner and never came out for the rest of his life, which would naturally make everyone happy, the moment he tried to assassinate Lu Wuchen, towering waves and raging seas would be waiting for him.
"We'll talk about the future when it comes."
Wang Wu sighed. Outside Snow Wolf General's secluded chamber, he moved over a small stone and plopped down on it. He was only five centimeters tall now. He had never noticed before that being small had its advantages.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he checked on the Companion Demonic Vine again. It was still asleep. Its injuries had been too severe. Sigh, brother, you were given a