Time flew, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the Iron Bone Martial Hall, the shouts of morning training rang louder than ever. Yue Hongya's safe return had been a shot in the arm for the entire hall.
Fighting spirit burned anew in the students' eyes, and even the air brimmed with soaring morale.
Jelas and Meng Cheng finally felt the great stones weighing on their hearts fall away. Once their injuries healed, they threw themselves into reorganizing the hall. They rooted out informants left behind by Wan Shan's remaining forces, repaired the damaged courtyard walls, and redesigned the students' training plans. They were run off their feet, yet reassuring smiles never left their faces. As long as their Senior Disciple Sister was back, the sky above the Iron Bone Martial Hall would not fall.
Lin Sheng breathed a sigh of relief as well.
Over those three days, he cultivated diligently while keeping an eye on the Fighting Association's movements.
Marshall did not appear again, and Greenwood City regained its outward calm, as though the deadly ambush in Contamination Zone No. 27 and the destruction of the three major gangs had been nothing but passing clouds.
But Lin Sheng knew that this peace was only temporary.
"Junior brother, after these three days of hard cultivation, your aura seems even steadier."
Yue Hongya's voice came from behind him. Dressed in fitted martial attire, she stood tall and straight. After several days of recuperation, her complexion had returned to normal.
Lin Sheng turned with an appropriately modest smile. "You flatter me, Senior Disciple Sister. I've only been cultivating one step at a time. Your injuries have healed so quickly, though. That's truly something to celebrate."
Yue Hongya stepped closer, her gaze settling on Lin Sheng as she studied