And so, Three Seven suddenly roared out loud, "I don't! I just... I just need to throw up a bit! I'll be fine soon! BLEGH..."
This process was bound to be challenging.
Thus, when Three Seven finally did as he said, after vomiting profusely, he stood bravely before Wang Zhan, his steps still a little unsteady. At that moment, what the Old Man saw were the large and small figures, both with their backs perfectly straight, utterly ignoring the beasts that had scented blood and were now rushing toward them. They both seemed to possess a unique and profound aura! Even the small child appeared to have the courage to face the Federation!
It was like a spectacular painting: before them, encircling beasts; around them, the desolate wilderness. Yet, their presence would not waver out of fear. What they possessed was courage that could reach the heavens.
