Federation Hospital.
Yun Ming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and put down the Communication Soul Tool in his hand.
He had even imagined that the first thing he saw upon waking would be Ya Li's concerned face. After all, after taking Tang Qingye's finishing blow and two Soul Cannon Shells, he had used his last strength to race toward Federation Hospital.
Instead, what came was Long Yeyue's overwhelming barrage of complaints and resentment toward him. She had asked him to fetch someone, yet he had stirred up one storm after another and even gone high into the sky to fight someone. What about Shrek? Did he no longer want his home? Did he have any idea how much she had suffered?!
Long Yeyue's normally low, rich voice had become completely distorted, as though she had two water-filled meatballs in her mouth. It was muffled, buzzing, and squishy, with an absurdly heavy nasal tone. Every word rolled around in her mouth before tumbling out, as though she were speaking through a thick sheet of rubber.
To Yun Ming, this was undoubtedly the music of heaven. Listening to a stretch of it first thing in the morning was truly pleasant.
And whenever he thought of Tang Qingye, who had obstructed him, his hatred sank to the bone. Such a powerful man had actually allied himself with the Holy Spirit Cult and even dared to humiliate him.
Just then, a noise came from outside, followed by a knock.
Yun Ming could not help feeling delighted. Certain that the visitor was Ya Li, he was just about to call her name.
The door opened, but standing outside was not the person he yearned for. It was his dear junior fellow disciple, Guan Yue.
Yun Ming forcibly swallowed the words on his lips,