Mo Ling watched the strange Healer before him warily, his teleportation target already locked on. If the Healer made any move, Mo Ling would instantly teleport away.
However, the strange Healer seemed to have no hostile intent. It just stood there, examining its own body.
"Healing power… it's a truly formidable ability…"
"It's the most enigmatic ability we've ever encountered. There are aspects of it that even the Healers themselves don't understand. It's as if they don't know its true nature, nor its origin and evolution. They just use it instinctively, treating this power as a simple tool for 'curing illness.'"
The Healer murmured to itself, feeling the restorative power coursing through its body.
"Who are you? And what's your connection to the Ever-Thirsters?" Mo Ling demanded, unable to suppress his curiosity.
"Me?"
The light on the Healer's head flickered. It extended a tentacle and, with a single sweep, neatly arranged all the books on a nearby table.
