Heaven Dou City, inside Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua's private manor.
After a night's rest, nourished by the spiritual energy of specially prepared rare metals, Tang Wulin's injuries had healed remarkably quickly. Although the Golden Dragon King seals within him still ached faintly, his powerful self-healing ability had already caused his external wounds to scab over.
Early that morning, Zhen Hua pushed open the door and found Tang Wulin already standing by the window. His face was still somewhat pale, but clarity had returned to his eyes.
"Master." Tang Wulin turned around, his voice a little hoarse.
Zhen Hua looked him up and down, his brows drawing together slightly. His tone held a hint of reproach, but far more concern. "You can get out of bed and walk already? Don't push yourself. The Golden Dragon King bloodline may be formidable, but that doesn't mean you can abuse it like this."
Tang Wulin nodded and clenched his fists, feeling the power surging within him. "I'm really all right, Master. My internal injuries have stabilized."
Zhen Hua sighed. He knew his disciple's temperament: once he set his mind on something, even eight oxen couldn't drag him back. He said gravely, "Mo Lan has been taken to the best hospital in Heaven Dou City. With me here, the medical team will do everything they can. But her injuries are too severe. Besides the tremendous damage to her body, her Sea of Consciousness suffered a shock as well. She's still unconscious."
"Unconscious..." Tang Wulin's hands suddenly clenched, his nails digging into his palms. Thinking of Sister Mo Lan's gentle smile, of how she always rushed to the front to protect the passengers despite being an ordinary person, and of how she now lay in a hospital bed with her life hanging in the balance, he