The low period of the Vast Nether Tide was never fixed—sometimes two or three days, sometimes four or five, and at its longest, even half a month.
Of course, that was no big problem. Great Cold and Minor Cold together lasted twenty years.
This time, Wang Wu did not set up the White Tiger Heaven and Earth Needle. Instead, he returned to the cabin and chose the largest, finest cave dwelling. Hmm, a faint fragrance still lingered in the air.
It belonged to Shuang Liuyun.
Alas, a fair lady by nature—why become a thief!
Sitting cross-legged in meditation, Wang Wu sealed the cabin cave dwelling, then set up the White Tiger Heaven and Earth Needle inside. Without this thing, he truly could not rest easy.
Only after slipping into the Heaven and Earth Needle did the corners of his mouth finally lift slightly.
This time, he had merely tested the waters, and the results were excellent.
That was right. What had happened today was naturally neither due to his good luck nor Qing Luo's blessing.
It had all been his handiwork.
When he had jumped out earlier, he had secretly pinched out a Minor Cold Horn Bird and tossed it among those several hundred Screeching Birds. For some unknown reason, it had triggered a great devouring, forming a Screeching Beast in an instant. That immediately drew away every hunter's attention. Afterward, those hunters' eyes bulged like beads as they too wanted to stake out a Screeching Beast.
That invisibly spared Wang Wu a great deal of trouble.
Even scattered Screeching Birds were left unpursued.
That was the essential prerequisite, preventing anyone from tracing things back to him.
Only then came Wang Wu's performance. By crafting a half-finished tiny Minor Cold Horn Bird, he would lure in a genuine Screeching Bird.