Wang Wu looked coldly at Bear Sixteen, but in the end, he shook his head.
"You guessed wrong."
"I don't need Ape Bupuo to serve me, nor am I interested in competing for the position of Right Demon Emperor of the Southern Wilderness."
"I only hope that you can all live well, because you cannot betray its kindness. It forgave you, it saved you—not me."
"Of course, you may not understand. But that was never important."
As he spoke, Wang Wu raised his wrist, and the Companion Demonic Vine flew out from the back of his left hand. Its tendrils had originally been tender green, but they had now turned silver-gray, much like Petrified Marrow. It looked understated, yet Bear Sixteen, standing directly in its path, was so frightened that he staggered back several steps.
"Y-you... your Demonic Vine has advanced to third-grade? You didn't even unlock your permissions?"
Bear Sixteen's eyes were filled with horrified disbelief. Under the deliberate cultivation of Five Poisons, Lu Wuchen's disciple, resources had been piled onto it as though they cost nothing, yet it had only barely reached third-grade so far. But Wang Wu's Companion Demonic Vine was already third-grade—and this was without even unlocking his bodily permissions.
The implications were enough to fill it with terror, because they meant Wang Wu's strength had long since climbed to a level it could only look up at from afar.
"Why would I unlock the permissions? Your thinking was wrong from the very beginning."
Wang Wu spoke calmly, yet he too found the twists of fate strange beyond imagination.
If, back then, Bear Sixteen had not been so obsessed with this Companion Demonic Vine and insisted that he unlock the permissions, Wolf Twelve probably would not have pressed him so relentlessly. Perhaps the two of them