Honestly, Old Wang wasn't weak. He might not have been on the same level as Xie Chun or Old Dao, but he wasn't far behind.
Compared with the other camp commanders at Xie Chun Base, he was certainly no weaker, and might even have been stronger. In terms of personal strength alone, apart from Xie Chun and Old Dao, the only one who might truly have measured up to Old Wang was Deputy Camp Commander Zhou of Jiazi Camp.
Don't underestimate Deputy Camp Commander Zhou. His personal combat strength was definitely a notch above Gao Shengjie, the camp commander of Jiazi Camp.
Old Wang was even half a notch stronger than Deputy Camp Commander Zhou. As the nominal leader of Cloud Valley, one of the three factions at Wangqiao Base, he certainly wasn't lacking in strength. If Master Shan hadn't been such an anomaly, Old Wang could have managed Cloud Valley just fine.
In fact, only Old Wang knew that Master Shan was such an anomaly. To everyone else in Cloud Valley, Old Wang was the leader, and no one had ever questioned it.
But after everything that had happened, Old Wang felt uneasy. Especially after entering Bamboo Mountain, a place he barely knew.
As he continued chasing, Old Wang grew less and less sure of himself. He felt the distance between them widening.
Eventually, he even lost sight of Master Shan.
That left Old Wang hesitating. Should he keep chasing? But Bamboo Mountain stretched on endlessly, and pressing ahead would be blind guesswork.
Yet if he didn't go after him, Master Shan might misunderstand and come after him later. Even with a hundred mouths, Old Wang wouldn't be able to explain himself.
Just as Old Wang's attention wandered, something moved in front of him. A figure darted past in