Xiang Wuji's eyes held no anger or resentment, only thoughts of the future.
The tiger falls to the plains and is bullied by dogs, but it's just an experience in life.
"The market is nearby, but over there is a group of tribulation cultivator's companions... trying to enter poses some risk..."
"If there are no spirit medicines, I can still recover my cultivation, but the recovery speed would be extremely slow. By then, if my aura is discovered by other cultivators, I'd undoubtedly face even greater danger without protective measures..."
"Currently, my aura is merely that of a mortal, inconspicuous, which is undoubtedly the lowest-risk option..."
"What a pity..."
Sitting beneath a large tree at the edge, Xiang Wuji felt the Wood King Heart in his chest begin to slowly beat, absorbing the vitality qi from the tree behind him.
Suddenly, there was a slight commotion from afar.
A caravan slowly approached...
