Anvil Fortress Upper Floor.
Room 76, Zone C.
The narrow space was filled with the scent of rust, sweat, and leftover food.
"Whew..."
A breath carrying faint electrostatic arcs was exhaled slowly, dispersing in the filthy air.
Fang Qingyu opened his eyes, the last hint of purple in his pupils faded, returning to a deep calm.
The mild internal injury from resisting Thunder had mostly healed, and he even felt that his physical body, under the tempering of Thunder, had subtly increased its resistance to Thunder and Thunder True Intent.
"Awake?"
Jiang Wei's voice came from the side.
The young girl had long been awake, sitting with her knees hugged at the corner of the bed, sucking on a new strawberry-flavored lollipop, her clear big eyes appeared exceptionally bright in the dim light.
"Yeah." Fang Qingyu nodded, scanning the small room, "Where are they?"
"Banmeng went to the exchange to replenish supplies, the big guy and young Lu are on guard outside."
