"I believe you."
Hearing Iron Fish's words, Cixing's body began to slowly recover. He looked completely relieved.
"Can't you recover? I thought you'd been hit by some kind of incurable attack." Iron Fish breathed a sigh of relief, watching the cracks on Cixing's body gradually mend.
"There's no such thing as an attack like that, is there?" Cixing was thrown off and asked casually.
"Then why weren't you recovering? Maybe there is. That Gray Ore Race member looked strange. He might have had some weird moves up his sleeve. I've never seen that kind of colorful light before."
Cixing gave a helpless smile and started chatting with Iron Fish...
Mo Ling watched the scene for a moment, then silently floated upward without lingering.
'Is this the perfect ending the Ancient Mine Race was talking about?'
As if guided by an unseen hand, Mo Ling flew back to the Stone Ball and went inside.
