The Return to Daily Life

Baek Mu-yeong was unable to say anything for a while as he held Black Thunder, reduced to its upper body.

Its left arm had been torn away from the shoulder, and half the black armor plating covering its chest was gone.

White Thunder, lying beside it, was in slightly better shape, but its waist had been twisted at an odd angle.

“I was only hit a little by a third-tier demonic beast.”

Baek Cheong sat obediently across the table and added,

“Even so, the divine sense stones are safe. I picked up every broken fragment, too.”

“A little, was it?”

Her uncle stared down at Black Thunder’s severed waist and let out a hollow laugh.

“Cultivator Yuk-muk will be very pleased when he sees this mess.”

“You can repair them, right?”...