Just as Tang San wavered in uncertainty, nearly spiraling into a dead end.
A burst of hurried, chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the winding mountain path in the distance.
"Xiao San! Xiao San!"
Oscar's voice drifted over on the night wind.
He had sprinted all the way up the steps, so out of breath that he could barely catch it.
From far away, he had shouted Tang San's name at the top of his lungs, as if afraid no one would hear him.
Hearing the commotion,
Tang San abruptly opened his eyes.
He gathered the scattered Blue Silver Grass around him and rose to his feet, frowning slightly. "What happened?"
Oscar ran up to him, bracing both hands on his knees as he panted heavily.
It took him a full seven or eight seconds to catch his breath before he pointed toward the dormitories below the mountain and said haltingly, "Fatty... Fatty's awake!"
Hearing that Ma Hongjun had awakened, Tang San forcibly suppressed the inexplicable irritation and sense of loss in his heart.
His brother's affairs always came first. He absolutely could not show anything unusual at a time like this.
"It's good that he's awake."
Tang San nodded, his usual calm returning to his face.
"Where are the dean and the others?"
"Dean Flender and Master are both keeping watch in the dormitory."
Oscar finally caught his breath and straightened up. "Master told me to hurry over and get you, so you could go take a look at his condition."
"After all, Fatty was seriously injured before. Everyone's worried."
"Let's go."
Tang San wasted no words. He turned and headed down the mountain.
Oscar hurried after him, and the two walked side by side down the stone steps.
The night wind swept past, dispersing some of the heat from