"Thump!"
"Ouch..."
While hurrying, the man in the silver robe suddenly found his left foot uncooperative, tripping over his right. He completely lost his balance and fell flat on his face, crying out in pain...
It took nearly a day for the five individuals to rush from Southern Abyss to Central City exactly because of this.
The man in the silver robe's condition fluctuated wildly – sometimes he could see clearly, other times he was blind as a bat. His hearing, touch, and even luck were just as unreliable.
Several times, the Black Robed Elder considered carrying him on his shoulder to speed up the journey. The situation made him anxious since the man was from the direct lineage of the Lin Clan. If something happened here, he wouldn't be able to explain himself once he returned.
But considering that the man was even suffering from bad luck, the Black Robed Elder abandoned the thought of carrying him. Misfortune could be contagious, after all, and he didn't want to jinx himself...
