That night, Wang Wu did not make a hasty move. Instead, he made a wide circuit, gaining a basic grasp of the general situation in this region.
This area was indeed somewhat unusual. He strongly suspected that it was an ungoverned zone between the territories controlled by the three great demons—the North Mountain Great King, South Mountain Great King, and West River Great King. It could also be called a buffer zone.
Perhaps the three great demons were on good terms, or perhaps they did not wish to engage in cutthroat internal conflict and go to war, so they had each pulled their territories back somewhat, forming this peculiar region.
To the north, it was bounded by North Mountain Root.
To the south, it was bounded by the edge of that forest.
To the east, it stretched through more than a dozen valleys. Wang Wu did not know where exactly they ended; perhaps at that Black Mountain dozens of li away?
To the west, it extended all the way to the banks of that great river.
Wang Wu did not know just how vast this river was. He had not even dared approach its banks, but the boiling water vapor carried by the night wind was exceptionally abundant.
This region beside the West River clearly belonged to the alluvial plain along its banks. The soil was fertile, water resources plentiful, rainfall abundant—it was exceptionally suited for farming.
And the Sprites occupying this place were, without exception, powerful local factions.
For now, Wang Wu had confirmed the existence of the Black Spider Clan, with the neighboring Black Beetle Clan, Black Sparrow Clan, and an Armed Wild Bee Clan.
This was probably equivalent to the four great families of Goose City.
With that thought, Wang Wu lay low outside the Armed Wild