Happy days are always too short.
Eleven days after Wang Wu arrived at the Xijiang River, the endless rainy weather began again.
Thick fog rose on the river's surface, almost reaching a state where one couldn't see ten meters ahead.
In such weather, it was impossible to rely on sunlight to absorb the golden particles.
Wang Wu didn't mind and quietly hibernated beneath the cliffs by the riverbank, not even catching fish or shrimp.
Thus passed three consecutive days.
The rain continued, the fog lingered, and there was no sign of clearing up.
Although it seemed like a normal weather change matching the current seasonal characteristics, for some reason, he couldn't shake an inexplicable feeling of discomfort.
Especially by the third day, this feeling became more concrete and clearer.
"Could it be that I've been targeted by some strange little demon again?"
"Or, because the King of Xijiang left, an external Great Demon has set its eyes on these waters and wants to take over?"
