The interior was empty; not a sign of True Qi could be seen, and all his meridians were severed, with varying degrees of fractures in his limbs and bones.
It's no exaggeration to say that Ning Fan was virtually disabled now.
Smelling the foul stench wafting in the air, Ning Fan coughed painfully twice. The smell of urine, the sour odor of leftover food, and other unknown foul odors mixed together almost suffocated him.
Drooping his eyelids, he glanced around at his surroundings and bitterly smiled, "It seems I have a fate with garbage heaps."
When he went to the Ancient Sky Country, the place where Ning Fan landed was a garbage dump, even earning him the dubious honor of being a hard practitioner in a landfill.
Recently, when Hilda's Holy Power Spear struck him down, he landed in a garbage heap once more.
If not for the garbage heap buffering his fall, Ning Fan might have been dead from such a high drop.
