"That person stole your Cosmic Dimension Model, and you actually think he's alright?" Ding Huan looked at Zhu Sun in surprise.
He had met honest people before, but someone as honest as Zhu Sun was indeed a first for him.
Zhu Sun awkwardly smiled, "No, I was severely injured, left with only a trace of soul thoughts unable to awaken. My soul thoughts hid within the Cosmic Dimension Model, and later the Cosmic Dimension Model ended up in that person's hands.
He left many things in the Cosmic Dimension Model, and it was because I used his things that I gradually restored my vitality and body."
Ding Huan's earlier expression of surprise was replaced by one of disdain:
"Zhu Sun, you're quite something, being able to refine a treasure like the Cosmic Dimension Model."
Zhu Sun didn't catch Ding Huan's meaning, but Wen Kesu on the side did, she just didn't remind Zhu Sun.
