Sunlight filled the Hospital Room, while a gentle breeze brought soothing calm.
The lighthearted atmosphere around the hospital bed, where the newly awakened young man was chatting and laughing with several tall, radiant figures, was shattered by a commotion. Two figures trying to rush into the room were jammed in the doorway, neither willing to give way.
"Hey, you damn fortune-teller! Get out of the way!"
"Who are you calling a fortune-teller, you dead nouveau riche!"
"What business of yours is it when it comes to us Technologists? What are you, a charlatan, sticking your nose in for?"
"Pah! Xiao Fang's ability belongs to the Mystic Side! Since when did he become one of you Technologists?"
Spellcaster and the Young Master were still bickering and snapping at each other, neither willing to let the other enter first. Then, both their eyes flashed sharply!
Bang—
Ai Ma sent both of them flying into the room from behind.
"Please remain quiet in the recovery area. Do not make loud noises."
The black-haired, snow-skinned ice queen spoke calmly. Whether they had been hit by an air cannon or something else, Spellcaster and the Young Master both let out miserable cries of "Aah!" before collapsing in a smoking, disheveled heap.
Gou Yu, who had been about to head back to the kitchen to prepare some fruit for everyone, watched the scene unfold.
For some reason, he felt an incredibly strong sense of déjà vu.
"Can you two act a little more seriously for once? Are you both three-year-olds?"
The crisp click of high heels rang out. Hua Ling, still dressed in an exquisite and expensive fashionable outfit that perfectly outlined her graceful figure, spoke with all the lofty disdain of a young lady.
She and Su Qun appeared behind Ai Ma, seemingly having just