Grandpa Tree came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Who knew whom it had gone to persuade next.
Wang Wu had wanted to ask about the Great Illusion King Worm, but in the end, he did not.
Overall, Grandpa Tree was not as utterly wicked as the outside world claimed. It answered every question put to it. Though he could not be certain yet, Wang Wu had a feeling that most of what it said was true.
Because it carried the air of a wave from the generation before.
Struggling desperately, running about desperately, yet doomed to be powerless to turn the tide.
And it was a trajectory one could plainly see.
"Essence monsters... no wonder there had once been a saying of demons and monsters. The Monster Clan has already seen its rivers and mountains sink with the setting sun, the Essence Clan is dragging out a miserable existence, and only the Demon Race can still hold on. Has the human race become the favored child of fortune?"
Wang Wu sighed. All he could do was sigh. He had fought bitterly for survival all the way to this day, only barely gaining a foothold. But did he truly have to seek refuge with the Southern Desolation Left Demon Emperor?
After hesitating for only a second, Wang Wu made up his mind. He had to go. For no other reason than to snatch back Snow Wolf General's Petrified Body, even though the hope of reviving him was already vanishingly slim.
He might no longer be human, but he still needed some conviction to hold himself up.
Besides, on his own, he could not possibly snatch Snow Wolf General back from beneath the noses of two Heavenly Realm First Rank great cultivators.
With that thought, Wang Wu no longer