Before Zhao Yao even managed to fully open the door, an intense stench had already poured out of the room and went straight into his nostrils, debilitating his sense of smell.
However, what shocked him more was the scene which greeted him.
Behind the pair of huge doors was a gigantic bedroom filled with all sorts of training equipment. There was a huge man, the size of a tiny hill sitting in the middle of the room with his face scrunched together.
However, that wasn't what shocked Zhao Yao. It was the thing beneath him. Puddles of shit and blood surrounded him but he still managed to sit so calmly. It was as if he could neither see nor smell the shit surrounding him.
His upper body was extremely rigid and straight as he stared at Zhao Yao with an expression full of tranquility.
This entire scene was simply absurd. It was as good as seeing God in the depths of hell. The epitome of holiness and filth had simultaneously appeared in the same frame.
