Late night in the hospital room.
Gu Jianlin still showed no signs of waking up, and none of the medical personnel from the association had been allowed inside.
Tang Ling was still clutching her iron sword, leaning against the sofa, nearly falling asleep.
Knock knock.
Chen Bojun knocked on the door: "Excuse me, may I come in?"
Tang Ling lifted her gaze, her long, curled lashes catching the light and casting a shadow on her pale face.
"You're here."
She rose from the sofa and nodded slightly.
A sign of respect, albeit modest.
"Hmm, impressive. I didn't expect you to recover so quickly after using Extreme Thunder, even healing your injuries. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll likely advance to Fourth Rank within a week, won't you?"
