Abigail moved to a relatively open space in the entry chamber. "Stand to the side, be careful of moving parts."
"Uh... do we not need to go outside?" Honglian asked, a bit nervous yet somewhat expectant.
"No, it's impossible for this place to turn into a fuel tank."
"Fixing such a large object..." Chen Xuan hesitated for a moment before asking, "How many years of your accumulation will it cost?"
"I don't know, maybe ten years, maybe fifteen."
He couldn't help but fall silent.
The price is this high?
If it were him, he'd probably be reluctant to use a decade's worth of accumulation to help others, even if it wasn't altruistic help.
"You don't need to feel bad." Sensing his silence, Abigail chuckled softly. "I'm not a miser, always holding onto power without using it. The only expectation I have for my ability is that it can be used where it's worth it—and obviously, saving many lives is worth it."
"Thank you," Chen Xuan said sincerely.
