One hundred and twenty thousand.
This is a heavy number.
And this is only the data from the Inner Sea Desert, only the data of those who had the chance to live in the Living People Cemetery, only the number of people who survived various fires.
Heaven knows how many people outside the Inner Sea Desert have been harmed by the magical flames of this Flame Realm.
Even knowing that he possessed the Golden Finger, and had the ability to treat these patients, Andrew still felt a heavy heart.
This is why, as An Ya said, he was "not very happy."
An Ya obviously was also aware of the statistic of "one hundred and twenty thousand cemetery residents."
However, unlike Andrew's somewhat heavy heart—
An Ya suddenly slapped Andrew's shoulder forcefully and laughed, "Why so depressed? What's wrong with one hundred and twenty thousand? There's nothing to be afraid of!"
Having not slept all night, her complexion was still weary.
