I sent a whisper to Zhen Sulong, who was playing the match. Now that Park Muyeol had woken up, there was no need to delay the time. Thus, I sent a whisper to him to fight as best as he could and the reply arrived at a rapid pace.

-Zhen Sulong: I’ve been waiting for this.

It was the end. The words were short, but there was a subtle heaviness to them. This was why I liked him. Even in the North Pole, Zhen Sulong always stood silently beside me, behind me, and sometimes in front of me. Once again, I felt that I had a really good brother.

Park Muyeol wondered, “I don’t think this is nothing? Mido is being carried.”

Mido was being carried on a stretcher. I heard the priests talking. There seemed to be a clinic room right next door. I shifted my gaze toward Park Muyeol in front of me. A faint red star spirit was surrounding his body. This was the red energy that symbolized a first-grade constellation. It soon shimmered like a haze and disappeared. I guess he really had a conversation.

“She was a bit hurt. It was poison. There is no need to worry anymore.”

“Umm, I told her to be careful.”

“The opponent was too bad. It is a bit like our side.”

“Our side...?”

Park Muyeol’s...