"How's that unfortunate fellow doing?"
Gu Shen stepped down from the off-road vehicle.
Gu Nanfeng and his party were waiting not far away, having just finished talks with the top brass of the North Continent.
"He's already asleep."
Gu Shen glanced back at the car, recalling the thunderous snores of the Tomb Ghost, couldn't help but sigh, saying, "The 'traveller' incident has had a significant impact on him. He needs to recuperate for a while. However, deciphering those ancient scripts on the Heavenly Sheath may have to be postponed."
Deciphering ancient scripts is an extremely mentally exhausting task.
With the mind impacted, even if the Tomb Ghost is talented, deciphering the scripts... will have to be delayed.
"That's fine," Gu Nanfeng nodded, "As long as he's okay."
"Rebuilding the Iron Fortress will take some time."
