Dale glowered at him. “Hans! You should be resting! Also, don’t you think that you should be a bit nicer to me? I died last week!” “What? Nah, that isn’t something to get worked up about. Happens to all of us. You are fine now, right?” Hans stopped laughing once he saw the serious look on Dale’s face. “Dale,” Hans sounded deadly serious now, almost angry, “you can’t let this affect you so much. Yeah, that sucked, but are you going to give up on cultivating? Are you going to stop fighting in the dungeon? Should I? I owe over six hundred gold to a flesh Mage for all the re-sculpting of my body.
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