A Long, Long Day
編集者: Sparrow Translations
The tattooed man carefully observed the rocks as his fingers traced across the jagged edges. A frown crept up his face as he commented, "There's something strange with these rocks. It doesn't seem natural. Everything about it is too uniform."
Since these rocks were conjured by Zhao Yao using his illusion, there was bound to be imperfections with them. He could not make every single rock unique like how Mother Nature did it.
Upon closer inspection, the tattooed man realized that the rocks in front of them were like porcelain. The patterns and grooves along the rocks repeated itself non-stop.
He braced himself and started punching against the rocks. The echoes of his punches rumbled through the forest but it was futile. The man gave a dismissive wave of his hand and remarked, "These rocks are really tough. It would be impossible to tear them apart with just the two of us."