When Su Yu, Ma Ziye, and Qin Jiagui outside the cave heard this, they looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.
Ma Ziye was bending over with laughter, clutching her stomach, apparently aching from laughing too hard.
"That Big Smoker really deserves some admiration."
"Haha." Qin Jiagui burst out in rare laughter, then shook his head repeatedly, unsure whether to laugh or be impressed.
"Ma Ziye, how are your injuries?" Su Yu looked at Ma Ziye and asked.
Ma Ziye's injuries were much lighter than his, but Ma Ziye, being a mere First-Level Black Iron Warrior, was far from having his recuperative abilities.
It was not often that Ma Ziye heard Su Yu express concern, a touch of sweetness surged in her heart, and then she smiled softly, "Hmm, I'm basically fine, although there's a slight ache in my chest, but it's not serious."
Su Yu responded with, "That's good." He scratched his head, no longer knowing what else to say.
