"Splash!"
The water splashed gently as Wang Wu slowly climbed ashore under the cover of night. It had already been three days since he parted ways with Hei Youliang.
Thinking back on everything that happened, it all felt like a lifetime ago.
Previously, he hadn't been trapped in the underground river for long before he emerged at the bottom of the Xijiang River. It wasn't just good luck; it was truly because the King of Xijiang had planned things well in advance—they had their own network of secret escape bases.
However, this exit was at least fifty miles downstream.
As soon as he emerged, he could see the dense primeval forests lining both the east and west banks, along with the majestic and towering South Mountain.
Who could have imagined that one day he would find himself near the lair of the South Mountain King?
