On the scorching sand dunes, Bi Fang lay on his back, his chest heaving violently.
His back was still aching faintly.
That was really close!
It was a good thing he opened his chute at three hundred and fifty meters, otherwise he would've been totally screwed!
But Bi Fang wasn't afraid, he was prepared for the possibility of mishaps. What kind of adventure would it be without any surprises?
Sand and dust filled the sky.
Bi Fang lay on the ground for a solid three minutes until a gust of wind blew sand into his mouth.
"Ugh!"
"Ptooey!"
Bi Fang suddenly sat up, coughing a couple of times to spit out the sand in his mouth.
[Back from the dead!]
[Respawned with full health!]
[The quality of these clothes is pretty good, not even a tear.]
[Professional equipment, you think this is a joke?]
[Master Fang is eternal!]
