Little Bull's sleeves had almost entirely disappeared. Large tears covered the chest and waist. His trousers had several holes and dust covered every visible inch of skin. Meanwhile, his hair resembled a bird's nest after crashing through multiple shelves and stone walls.
Small fragments of broken rock still remained lodged between the tangled strands.
High Elder Shatter Peak immediately released a strand of perception and his senses gently swept across Little Bull.
He carefully examined every injury and several moments later... He found none. The boy looked utterly miserable. But physically... He remained almost perfectly healthy.
High Elder Shatter Peak knew enough about Little Bull's physique that this result did not surprise him. Though it certainly failed to lessen his anger and his gaze slowly returned toward the other man.
"How dare you attack a junior, Taegong!"
SMACK!
