Wang Wu sprinted at his limit—one hundred meters in eight seconds—and ran a full kilometer without stopping, completely draining his Stamina Points before he finally looked back.
At the foot of North Mountain in the early morning, everything was shrouded in mist and looked tranquil. The calls of the grey magpies could no longer be heard. Perhaps the battle had already ended.
Or perhaps that Great Mountain Cat was already hunting him down?
Though that was unlikely, Wang Wu still felt uneasy. Fortunately, after only three seconds, he entered Level 8 Passive Stealth once more. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
North Mountain Root truly was hell to him.
He had thought himself quite strong before, but reality had proven that even at his peak, he probably would not last three exchanges against that Great Mountain Cat.
After waiting a while, his stamina recovered. Yet there was still no movement from the direction of North Mountain Root, nor was there any sign of the Great Mountain Cat.
It seemed safe. Gritting his teeth, Wang Wu resumed jogging. He stopped to rest three times along the way before finally returning to the familiar area of rocky crevices.
But just as expected, eight days had passed, and there had even been a thorough spring rain in the meantime, yet not a trace of green could be seen in the valley. It was practically a land of death.
The stream, however, had washed out a new channel. This time, it was several dozen meters closer to the rocky crevices.
Wang Wu set down the vine cuttings clenched in his mouth, then laboriously inserted them into the relatively moist soil and firmly patted the earth flat.
After planting all fifteen vine cuttings in this manner, he carried the especially precious