The howling wind was gone in an instant, and Yin Mai felt dizzy, as the world before him distorted and inverted, dark clouds in the sky swirling, and the derelict street scenes blurring.
"Ugh."
Even with several experiences behind him, Yin Mai could not help but vomit.
It was like being on a roller coaster all day, crashing through massive centrifugal forces and accelerations, his consciousness nearly flung out, and his soul disembodied.
Medanzo had taken him across ten kilometers to the banks of the Nile River.
Medanzo, seemingly unbothered, bent down, scooped up some river water in a cup, and handed it over, "Here, Professor Yin Mai, try this."
Yin Mai took the cup and looked at the water inside.
He tipped his head back for a taste, and a moment later, frowned and spat it out.
"The water source is contaminated,"
Yin Mai said hoarsely.
"And there's basically no way to purify it."