"Curse this damned, cursed place," swore the dwarf as he threw his last waterskin on the ground and watched it fade away. That was his final reserve of beer, and without that he would soon return to being sober. There was no way he was going to survive this cursed place sober!
"Damn it!" he cursed again, and kicked the ground.
As an heir of a Dao Lord family, Vana had never encountered such hardship or inconvenience before. Everywhere he went, he was praised, he was worshipped, he was envied, as was right.
He received the best education, the highest level exposure to the upper echelon of the universe, and most elite tutors. Thus, it was no surprise that he had reached the Celestial Immortal realm.
As a dignified Dao Lord heir, and a noble Celestial Immortal, he was never supposed to encounter such hardship. Difficulty was meant for the poor, and the weak.
