Shirel's brow furrowed, and she bit down hard on her lower lip.
She looked to be in a great deal of discomfort.
Gu Qing cast Healing Skill and Purification Technique on her again, but Shirel showed no signs of relief.
Zhao Chi asked, "Gu Qing has already healed you completely, so why do you still look so exhausted? Are you sure you don't need more rest?"
Shirel shook her head. "Condensing my Racial Bloodline takes a heavy toll. It's not something a Healing Skill can replenish; I need to recover slowly over time. I won't rest now. It wouldn't make a significant difference in my current state. I'll leave as soon as the supplies are ready."
Zhao Chi said, "It's chaotic out there right now. Where did you teleport from? I can try to send you to a closer location."
Shirel gave a slight laugh. "You actually know how to show concern? If you can, just teleporting us closer to the south would be best."
"The wall is to the south."
