Fat White Hair
編輯: Henyee Translations
Bai Wushang was in rags, and stumbled to get up from the ground.
At the moment of the explosion just now, he had turned around in time to rush out some distance, so he was only shaken by the aftershocks, and was basically unhurt.
Smoke was everywhere, the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning, and there were clusters of flames burning.
Bai Wushang choked on the smoke, and struggled to stare with reddened eyes at the Ghost Vine's shriveled and largely charred body.
[Status]: Satiated/heavily wounded/lightly poisoned/lightly paralyzed/moderately burned/shivering/in a trance/…
"Good, good, just stay alive." Bai Wushang stopped his worries.
Probably because of the unique environment of the dark forest, the flames that sputtered around didn't spread much further, but instead became a good source of light.
Bai Wushang paced closer to the Ghost Vine, his face filled with joy.