"Your Majesty, your injuries..."
Swimming City.
Thirty kilometers outside the city.
Military camp.
Late night.
The light in the tent was bright.
Everton Davenport sat on the bed, holding a copy of "Summer-Winter," flipping through its pages incessantly.
When he came across an intriguing passage, he couldn't help nodding in appreciation while pulling out a pen to jot down his thoughts immediately.
"My injuries are no longer an issue." Everton Davenport sat shirtless, his chest wrapped in layers of bandages.
During his confrontation with the West Sea God, his chest had unfortunately suffered a direct palm blow!
Yet at the same time, he had severely injured his opponent!
The West Sea God later clashed fiercely with Julius Reed in Rat Town, reopening his old wounds, and had vanished without a trace since.
Everton Davenport had heard about this incident and felt deeply invigorated.
