Eastsea Academy, infirmary.
Tang Wulin slowly woke up, feeling a dull ache in his head.
Xie Xie and Wu Zhangkong were nearby.
Xie Xie was sitting on a stool beside the bed, while Wu Zhangkong stood by the window. The moment they saw him open his eyes, they hurried over.
"Wulin, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"
Xie Xie held Tang Wulin's hand and hurriedly wiped away his tears. He had clearly cried his eyes out.
"Wulin, what happened? Why did you suddenly pass out?" Wu Zhangkong stood nearby as well, his face filled with worry.
After all, Tang Wulin was the student he valued most at present. Nothing could happen to him.
"I... What happened to me...?"
Tang Wulin rubbed his head. He felt dizzy and light-headed, and his body was weak and powerless, as if something had been pulled out of him.
His limbs were sore and weak, and he had far less strength to raise his hand than usual.
He also felt an inexplicable emptiness, as if he had lost something extremely important, but he couldn't remember what it was.
"We were wondering the same thing. The people from the Blacksmith Association saw you collapse, but none of the healing Soul Masters could do anything, so they contacted Teacher Wu..."
Xie Xie gave him a brief explanation, then released Tang Wulin's hand and picked up a cup of water from the nearby table.
"I don't know either, but I should be fine..."
Tang Wulin accepted the cup and took a sip before scratching his head and giving a foolish laugh.
He understood his own physical condition very well. It was impossible for anything serious to have happened.
As for the reason, he could ask Old Tang later.
"All right, get some rest. If you feel