Zola opened her eyes.
She felt as though she had had a sweet dream, which effectively improved her spiritual state.
Immediately afterward, she squinted her eyes to recall the scene she had seen before.
"No, wait... I was undergoing an uncontrollable mutation..."
Zola looked at her body and realized that there had been no adverse changes, and breathed a sigh of relief.
At this point, the memory of that dark shadow felt very blurry, and she could no longer remember the complex three-dimensional patterns.
"I gave you a good dream, and I have administered the necessary treatment, so you won't remember the specifics..."
Zhong Shenxiu spoke from the side, "Oh, and I also treated Rachel, who probably won't need a blood potion anymore."
"You... treated me?"
Zola looked at Zhong Shenxiu, suddenly thinking of something, "The relic left by the 'Faceless Spirit'?"
"I consumed it, forcibly containing its power, and used it to treat both of you..."
