A gift?
Mo Ling couldn't quite make sense of the situation.
But he knew that Bai Zhou was in immense pain.
He slowly shuffled over to Bai Zhou, ignoring the Fishmen's warning glares, and tried to support the injured man.
But to Mo Ling's surprise, Bai Zhou refused his help.
He pushed Mo Ling away with a weak arm and continued to stand, swaying, his entire body trembling uncontrollably from the pain.
His linen clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was gasping for breath. Bai Zhou didn't spare a glance for Mo Ling, who had tried to help him; instead, he stared intently at the Fishmen before them.
The Fishmen looked on with amusement, as if watching a play.
Just then, Jeff spoke again:
"Heal him."
A flash of disappointment crossed the nearby Fishman's face, but it was gone in an instant. With another wave of his hand, the runic component on the back of Bai Zhou's neck erupted in light. Color visibly returned to Bai Zhou's face.
