The morning sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting dappled patches across Tang Wulin's room. A faint fragrance of grass and trees still lingered in the air. Tang Wulin was immersed in cultivation when he suddenly felt a familiar, gentle thread of spiritual power slip silently into his body.
He opened his eyes to find Tang Wutong sitting cross-legged on the chair beside his bed, concern and concentration in her pinkish-blue eyes.
"Sis? What are you doing here?"
Tang Wulin was a little surprised. Shrek Academy had just suffered a catastrophe that destroyed half of it, and everything needed rebuilding. As one of the academy's major combat forces, Tang Wutong had been so busy these past few months that her feet barely touched the ground. Every day, she had to handle reconstruction work and reassure the students, collapsing into sleep the moment her head hit the pillow. It had been a long time since he had spoken with her like this, face-to-face.
"What? Aren't you happy to see your big sister?"
Tang Wutong withdrew her spiritual power and gave him an irritated look, though she could not hide the exhaustion in her eyes.
"I've been busy rebuilding the academy and dealing with matters on the Federation's side. I really haven't had much time to look after you."
Tang Wutong sighed, her expression turning serious. "But the busier I get, the more uneasy I feel. Wulin, I'm really worried about your Golden Dragon King seals. You've been fighting so often these past few months. I'm terrified that one day, I'll suddenly get word that your seals couldn't hold out and simply exploded."
As she spoke, she reached out again and pressed a hand to Tang Wulin's shoulder. A pure stream of divine sense poured into his meridians once more, carefully examining