The room fell silent.
Flender and Zhao Wuji remained silent, neither speaking again. Xia Yan stood between the two beds and waited.
In the silence,
the two exchanged glances, wanting to speak but not daring to, afraid Tang Hao was nearby.
They could only sigh.
After waiting for a long while, Flender wanted Zhao Wuji to leave. He alone could keep watch here.
Before he could speak,
a heavy exhale suddenly came from the bed.
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth and gasped. His eyelids trembled several times before slowly opening. His exhausted eyes were bloodshot.
"Ha... ha..."
Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, sweat beaded on his forehead. His whole body felt heavy, and he did not have an ounce of strength.
"Xiao Gang!"
"You're awake!"
Flender hurried over. Even though he knew Yu Xiaogang was fine, he could only truly relax after seeing him awaken with his own eyes.
Seeing Flender and Zhao Wuji in his room, a trace of confusion appeared on Yu Xiaogang's weary face.
"Why... why are you here in my room?"
He could not help recalling the dream he had just had. It had been too real... too real...
Even now, remembering it left him with lingering fear...
He had dreamed that Tang Hao killed Tang San and threw him down from the sky...
Thank goodness... thank goodness it had only been a dream...
Just as he was celebrating, he suddenly sensed something odd to his right. He instinctively turned his head and saw his good disciple, Tang San, lying on the other bed beside him. There was an unusually black patch on the front of his neck, just slightly lighter in color.
It was nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding skin. Only his sharp perception, granted by his twenty-ninth-rank Soul Power, could have detected it.
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