"Calm the hell down, stop imagining nonsense, clear your minds!"
Sterl reminded them, his face full of exasperation, immediately snapping Boris and the others out of their fantasies. They quickly cleared their minds and relaxed.
Feeling their thoughts, Sterl could barely suppress the urge to slap his forehead in frustration.
They were talking about becoming immortal, with endless recovery? Did they really think his soul power fell from the sky?
Immortality? Even he couldn't do that yet! What were these fools imagining?
Although 50 points of soul power wasn't a lot, if you really thought about it, it was equivalent to the soul essence of 5,000 beings!
Of course, 5,000 souls were insignificant when compared to the recovery of a Respected Deity's full injuries and power.
