"Thank you for your comfort."
Hua'an and Miss Morphia's eyes both brightened upon hearing Ian's prediction, but their expressions quickly dimmed again, their hearts filled with some despair, "But with the situation as it is, even if what you say is true, Ian, we are still powerless to do anything about the Central Research Laboratory— not to mention, I can actually feel it."
"This place will soon become a battlefield for high-energy advancers from various factions... I don't even know if their battles will destroy the Central Research Laboratory."
[I will hold back as much as possible. In fact, it's unlikely for anyone to destroy it]
Meanwhile, Second Prince Michael politely responded, [But this is just an estimate, it's not something I can decide alone. Unfortunately, Fairy Miss, if I have the chance, I will try to retrieve your friend's soul]