Chương 115: The Detached Bystander

Holding his Sawtooth Grass Sword, Ai Hui cooly watched on as his surrounding classmates vomited continuously. During his first ride on the Clover Transport Wagon, he, too, had vomited—even more, in fact, than these students, so he did not sympathize with them at all. It was obvious that the wood elementalist controlling the vehicle was being lenient.

Compared to the Three Leaves Bamboo Cart within the cities, a ride on the Clover Transport Wagon was much wilder.

It was wilder in all aspects.

With a tougher stem and leaves, if the clover of the Three Leaves Bamboo Cart was a delicate and tender beauty, the Clover Transport Wagon would be a muscular, iron giant. Grass stems as thick as calves were not easily damaged by swords, and every leaf was like a blade and half the size of a door. As the wagon moved, they produced a scalp-tingling sound.