Is the Great Wilderness ever going to get better?
Behind the Xuan Nu Sect, in front of the Bamboo Pavilion.
Wu Wang stepped out with a gloomy expression, his body drenched in cold sweat. As he recalled his recent experience, he only wanted to compose a poem.
The strong wind rises, the clouds soar; if only I could find a fairy to confide in.
Why wouldn't Senior Sister Jing Yue believe me?
I, Wu Wang, am certainly not a man of great luck. Who with great luck gets cursed by an Innate God at the age of seven or eight?
I had prime years to squander in the Northern Wilderness, yet I was compelled to journey across the ocean to the Human Domain. To reclaim my manhood for my wedding night, I desperately cultivated... cough, I mean, I fixated on the Innate God's divine power stored within the Ten Fiend Sect!
Moreover, Wu Wang hadn't noticed any benefits he'd brought to his clan.
It seemed that a few years after he was born, the Bear Hug Clan hadn't experienced any droughts or floods…
