Happy days always passed too quickly.
Eleven days after Wang Wu arrived at the West River, the endless rainy weather began again.
A dense fog also rose over the river, nearly reducing visibility to less than ten meters.
At a time like this, he could forget about basking in the sun and absorbing Golden Particles.
Wang Wu did not mind. Every day, he quietly lay dormant beneath the cliffs along the riverbank, not even bothering to catch fish or shrimp.
Three days passed in a row like this.
The rain continued without end, and the thick fog lingered, with no sign whatsoever of clearing skies.
Though this seemed like ordinary weather and suited the characteristics of the current season, for some reason, he kept feeling an indescribable discomfort.
By the third day especially, that feeling had become more distinct and clearer.
"Could some strange little Sprites have set their sights on me again?"
"Or did the West River Great King leave, and some great demon from elsewhere take a fancy to this stretch of water and want to claim it?"
Naturally, Wang Wu would not overlook this feeling. A few days ago, he had raised his Danger Sense talent to Level 10. Though it lacked a detailed description like Passive Concealment, Danger Sense was something that could only be felt, never fully put into words.
It was an instinctive reaction, in a certain instant, to dangerous factors in his surroundings.
Even he himself sometimes could not make heads or tails of it.
Therefore, Wang Wu did not act rashly and continued maintaining Level 10 Passive Concealment. His base attributes were now quite impressive; he could go a month without food without any issue, and it would not affect his combat strength either.
In any case, he was not worried. Unless