"Was everything smooth over there?"
Elaenor Wood asked, panting heavily.
His white paper fan in hand was already a bit damaged, something unimaginable before.
The fan was extremely sturdy, made from the hardest wood in the world, and the white paper on it was no ordinary paper.
Elaenor Wood had used the fan numerous times, but it always remained as good as new.
But now, the white paper on it was actually damaged.
"Not smooth at all!" Eliezer Pine, still in shock, looked towards the west and said with lingering fear, "Jesse River, what just happened!"
In a world where time had halted, someone was entirely unbound by the rules and almost killed them!
The wound on Jesse River's back was clearly visible.
It was horrifying.
If it hadn't been for the timely intervention.
The consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Forget it for now, it seems the west should be the safest direction." Jesse River, enduring the severe pain, spoke, "Let's move immediately!"
