After bidding farewell to the Vermilion Bird Immortal Lord and retrieving his Ape Duke's Skull, Wang Wu promised to leave the city within an hour.
Because he still needed to make some preparations.
"Return!"
With Wang Wu's low shout, the two hairs that belonged to him in Dragon Head City completed their original mission and instantly returned to him.
By now, aside from Supreme Hairs, Wang Wu had reached the point where he did not even need to count hairs below second grade. He could casually use twenty at a time, plucking them as needed without delaying anything.
His Divine Sense had also reached four strands. Adding the two strands outside, he now had six in total.
Three strands of Divine Sense could form a Primordial Spirit. An extra strand was still a Primordial Spirit, merely a stronger one.
At least for now, there seemed to be no limit to the number of Divine Sense strands within a Primordial Spirit.
Who would ever complain about having too little Divine Sense?
After retrieving the hairs and Divine Sense, Wang Wu directly teleported into the blank cave-heaven that belonged to him within the Hidden Origin Bell. Song Guangming's application still floated there. If Wang Wu ignored it for twelve hours, it would be considered a forfeiture, and the application would immediately be sent to headquarters. The outcome would be known within a month.
At this moment, Wang Wu could have chosen to meet Song Guangming. He was probably that black-robed elder, the mysterious Gray Robe Person secretly building a city in the north.
But after careful consideration, Wang Wu felt there was no need to bring their differences into the open. Wouldn't it be better if everything seeped in soundlessly, like rain nourishing the earth?
So, he should speak to Gui Tai