"Ugh..."
A powerful wave of weakness washed over Tang Wulin as he regained consciousness.
Had they won?
The question surfaced instinctively, but then a bitter smile rose to his lips.
Whether they had won or not, being pushed into such a weak state felt no different from losing to him.
Fortunately, he possessed the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, and his recovery ability was exceptionally strong. After taking two deep breaths, Tang Wulin gradually felt his strength returning.
He opened his eyes and found himself lying beside Huo Yutong, while He Caitou sat at the edge of the bed.
Seeing him awake, He Caitou said happily, "Wulin, you're awake? Don't worry, Master Lu will have something delicious ready for us soon."
Master Lu?
Tang Wulin repeated the name inwardly in confusion before quickly realizing who it was.
"Ah, Little Lu?"
"Little Lu isn't a nickname you're allowed to use."
Whether by coincidence or otherwise, a stunningly beautiful woman pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a tray in her hands.
She was Lu Xiaoxiao, the cook who had prepared several extra dishes for Tang Wulin when he had first met Qian Duoduo.
Tang Wulin had dealt with her several times before. He knew that she had a cold appearance but a kind heart, so he ignored her habitual sharp tongue and said seriously, "Little Lu, Yutong still hasn't woken up. Could we wait until she wakes up before we eat?"
"I told you not to call me Little Lu! You brat, are you doing this on purpose?!"
Lu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, pulled out a small bottle, and held it beneath Huo Yutong's nose. Huo Yutong frowned and woke up.
"...Little Lu? Why are you here?"
The moment she saw Lu Xiaoxiao, she asked instinctively.
"..."
He Caitou seemed to