A War God's Humiliation
"You're still worried about your... Car."
Before Elder Smith could finish, he retched again.
The old man bent over by the roadside, one hand braced against his knee while the other covered his mouth.
The fresh countryside air should have been pleasant.
Unfortunately, every time a faint breeze drifted from the direction of the Audi, his stomach immediately revolted.
Yaman looked as if he had suffered a devastating financial loss.
His beloved car stood several meters away like a contaminated disaster zone.
The young disciple's face was pale.
That car had been purchased with years of savings.
Now he wasn't even sure whether it could ever be cleaned properly.
Nearby, Cheery stood beneath the afternoon sunlight.
Her long silver-pink hair fluttered softly in the wind.
One delicate hand still covered her nose.
The elegant successor of Voidspring Mountain had spent her entire life cultivating martial arts among mountains and forests.
