Drip, drip, drip...
The sound of the heart monitor echoed through the hospital room. Shen Qingzhu pushed open the door and walked out into the corridor.
"How is he?" Lin Qiye stood up and asked.
"He's out of immediate danger for now."
The expressions of Lin Qiye and the others eased somewhat. Baili Pangpang could not help but sigh.
"Who would've thought the Ninth Seat who stepped in so righteously was really an undercover agent? I thought he was just plain stu—"
Cao Yuan silently rolled his eyes beside him. "You think everyone is like you?"
"??? Old Cao, are you getting cocky again? Want to find somewhere to spar?"
The corner of Cao Yuan's mouth twitched slightly. "Wait two days."
"Wait two days? What could change in two—huh?" Baili Pangpang suddenly thought of something and looked suspiciously at Cao Yuan. "You're not about to break through, are you?"
"Back when we were training in the warehouse, I'd already touched the threshold. After this battle, the feeling became even stronger..." Cao Yuan looked down at his hands. "I can already sense it. Within the next couple of days, I'll break through."
"Um... Old Cao, I was just joking, hahaha..."
Joking... It was fine to fight him across a realm, but at the same realm, who would dare challenge Cao Yuan head-on when he was in his berserk state?
Well, except for my Sister Blue.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
A faint coughing sound came from the other side of the seats. Lin Qiye and the others turned to look, only to see Zhou Ping sitting silently in the corner, coughing with his head lowered.
"Sword Saint, should you register for treatment too and rest for a while?" Lin Qiye asked worriedly.
Zhou Ping shook his head. "Just a minor injury. Besides... hospitals