Compared to the question that almost pierced my heart asked by a certain young lady, this scene is hardly worth mentioning.
It even makes one want to laugh...
"Hehe~"
So he actually laughed out loud, then sat calmly on the chair, turning to the elder with the bowl-cut hairstyle and giving a warm smile: "If possible, could you please control your aura a bit? My strength is not comparable to my adorable juniors, and I'm almost being crushed."
Prana, the great prophet sitting on the other side of Motan, was first taken aback and then immediately glared sharply at the elder with the bowl-cut hairstyle, angrily saying: "Geir!"
"Cough, cough, that was unintentional, unintentional."
The elder with the bowl-cut hairstyle, referred to as Geir, awkwardly chuckled and retracted his deliberately exposed aura, finally allowing Motan's physical strength value, already below 50%, to stop plummeting.
"Thank you, Lady Prana."
