Morning sunlight spilled through a gap in the curtains onto Tang Wulin's face. He stretched and sat up in bed, feeling refreshed. Last night's cultivation had made the Golden Dragon King bloodline flow a little more smoothly within him, and he was thinking of heading to the training grounds early to practice the new techniques for exerting force he had worked out.
With a creak, the door opened, and Tang Wutong walked in carrying a glass of warm water. Her face wore an excessively radiant smile that Tang Wulin couldn't quite decipher.
"Morning, Sis." Tang Wulin scratched his tousled hair and greeted her out of habit.
Tang Wutong set the glass on the table and sat down on the edge of his bed, her pink-blue eyes looking him up and down. Tang Wulin looked utterly bewildered. He had no idea that a storm had swept through the Sea God Pavilion yesterday, nearly leaving Yun Ming crippled, much less that his sister had designated him a "priority subject for protection and surveillance."
To Tang Wutong, her brother's sleepy, utterly guileless appearance was practically a brazen display of cuteness. Her heart was melting.
"Little Linlin, don't go to class today," Tang Wutong suddenly said.
"Huh?" Tang Wulin froze, thinking he had misheard. "Don't go to class? Sis, you don't have a fever, do you? We have Teacher Wu's practical combat class today. It's really important. He's been teaching us new battle armor coordination techniques."
"I already asked Teacher Wu Changkong to excuse you." Tang Wutong waved a hand, looking entirely unconcerned. "I just contacted him with a soul communicator. He said it was fine and told you to get some proper rest."
Tang Wulin was completely baffled. He scratched his head and stared at his sister in confusion. "Teacher Wu actually agreed?