A soft sea breeze came in.
Soran stood on a reef and looked at the sea in the distance. His entire body seemed to be like a sculpture where he fell into deep thoughts.
His face showed a rare color of fatigue, which seemed to have consumed too much energy, and his expression showed a color of laziness.
Light footsteps came.
The figure of the Psionic Warlock appeared behind Soran, tilting her head and sizing him up, and playfully went: "Master. Ever since I saw you, I have never seen you so lazy and tired before."
"Keke!"
"Is it because you used up too much energy last night?"
The Psionic Warlock's words became frivolous as if making fun of Soran was very amusing to her.
Soran turned and glanced at her, and did not answer her question, but said slowly: "Try to recover your strength. If you have the energy to care about these issues, wouldn't it be better to think about how you could recover? "
