I'll Always Wait for Him

A plane flew overnight to the Imperial Capital, then connected to another flight bound for the Ancient Capital.

A special recovery room in the Bell Tower Magic Association.

The recovery room was not particularly spacious, but it was lavishly furnished and lacked nothing.

Even the walls gave off faint magical fluctuations. After spending a little time in the room, one's whole being grew peaceful.

On the hospital bed, Zhou Sining remained terribly weak, looking as though he might stop breathing at any moment.

More than a dozen tubes and wires extended from his body, connecting him to the dozen or so devices beside the bed that monitored his vital signs.

Han Ji, president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, sat beside his bed with his large hands pressed against Zhou Sining's chest. A power unique to the healing element faintly radiated from him.

The power of the healing element was always gentle and quiet.

Yet at that moment, the healing power spilling from Han Ji placed immense pressure on Mo Fan and the others seated behind him.

After roughly half an hour, Han Ji finally withdrew his healing power.

He turned around, sweeping his gaze over everyone behind him.

Mo Fan, Mu Nujiao, and Zhao Manyan, the younger people who cared about Zhou Sining, were all there.

Song He and Qiu Yuhua, the representatives from Imperial Capital Academy and Pearl Academy, were there too.

"President Han, how is he?" Mu Nujiao was the first to ask the question weighing on everyone's mind.

Han Ji fell silent for a moment, then finally shook his head helplessly.

At the sight of him shaking his head, not only Mo Fan and the others, but even Song He and Qiu Yuhua widened their eyes in disbelief.

"How could that be...?!" Qiu Yuhua asked, stunned.