Luo Xia lay in a large wooden bathtub, comfortably enjoying a hot bath. Although, because of the climate, it was best not to bathe in the highlands, especially not to soak in a tub. Otherwise, it was easy to catch a cold, and it could even trigger a series of altitude-related problems, such as cerebral edema.
But Luo Xia couldn't worry about all that. He needed a good soak to relax.
It had been three days since Mordo had driven him out of Kamar-Taj. And over the past few days, instead of practicing beginner spells, their group had been so busy they barely had time to catch their breath.
The main problem was that it was incredibly difficult to find a place to stay in this town. It wasn't that there were no inns; it was just that the conditions inside were truly appalling.
Luo Xia could manage, having endured all kinds of hardship during his previous life in the military. But Tony, Norman Osborn, and Stephen had all been pampered. How could they possibly stand the moldy-smelling guest rooms and the communal toilets that couldn't be flushed?
After barely making it through one night, Tony, his eyes bloodshot, told Luo Xia, "I can't stay here any longer. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm going to lose it."
Luo Xia said helplessly, "How about I use a portal to send you back to New York first?"
"I do need your portal, but I'm not going back. I want the people at Kamar-Taj to know that kicking me out, Tony, was the biggest mistake they ever made."
After making that declaration, Tony used Luo Xia's portal to shuttle back and forth between the Himalayas and New York.
Then, half a day later, everyone was stunned by Tony's madness.
"Belcher, you're translating for me.