"Thanks."
Standing up, Arthur shook his neck, rubbed his shoulder, and smiled at Mo: "The physical part is manageable, but the core power is indeed too difficult to digest."
Mo just looked at him calmly, then sheathed the iron sword in his hand back into the bag, and said flatly: "If you haven't finished venting, I don't mind accompanying you a bit longer."
"No!"
Arthur immediately waved his hand, chuckling dryly: "No need, I'm fine now, thanks to you, I shouldn't lose control randomly anymore."
Mo didn't insist, just crossed his arms and leaned against the cold wall of the test site, his tone calm as still water: "You already absorbed it long ago; the so-called 'losing control' was intentional."
"Cough!"
Arthur's face suddenly stiffened, his eyes flickering as he smiled and said: "What are you talking about? I just woke up not long ago; losing control of emotions because of your King's supreme power is understandable..."
"You're not Fala Osis, nor Lude Gold."
