The roaring sound was deep, like the mourning before a great earthquake, like the lament of the world, imparting a strong sense of melancholy.
If what Old Song said was true, that the deep well was a space extending infinitely, then the sounds escaping from it were definitely not just sounds.
The moment Lu Ban realized this, he felt something brewing within his body.
By the time he heard the roar, the pollution had already come into contact with him!
But Lu Ban only noticed some white hairs growing on the back of his hand, deeper signs of corrosion were nowhere to be seen.
With a light pat, the white hairs fell off, like the loose fur on a cat in spring.
This was somewhat illogical because the pollution that could escape from the deep well was certainly not of a low level, yet higher levels of pollution wouldn't just result in Lu Ban growing a few white hairs and that was that.
