Wang Wu did not act rashly. He merely adjusted his angle where he lay, then continued to lie low. Daytime was certainly not suitable for relocating, and he did not want to hide in a rock crevice again. If the entrance got blocked, he would have no way to escape.
Yet this day was unexpectedly quiet. Neither the South Mountain Great King to the south nor the North Mountain Great King of North Mountain sent out Patrolling Demon Soldiers to continue conscripting demon troops. Nor did he see any tribes of sprites migrating from east to west—not even startled flocks of birds.
It was as if the giant fireball from that morning had struck nothing but empty air.
Wang Wu could not have wished for more. Though he had grown well in every respect, he still needed a stretch of quiet, peaceful time to develop.
At the very least, he needed the courage to face that Great Mountain Cat without wetting himself in terror.
Besides, deep down, he had not given up on the idea of farming another River Patrol Demon.
And so, from sunset through dusk and into the fall of night, the valley seemed like a forgotten paradise, a paradise belonging to Wang Wu alone.
Jumping down from the cliff, Wang Wu crawled forward under cover of night and slipped silently into the stream. He gave himself his usual thorough wash, making sure his body carried no strange odor, then climbed ashore and shook his fur vigorously. After that, he climbed back up the cliff and made his way toward the valley to the west. He needed to expand the range of his activities—and also lie low for a while.
The valley to the west was barren as well. The Iron-Toothed Locusts and Devil Vines had not spared