Grandmaster Wei Shewu, who had remained silent until now, finally stepped closer to Yang Lingyun's bed. His sharp eyes scanned Yang Lingyun from head to toe.
"…You survived," he said at last. He said it like it was a statement and not a praise.
Yang Lingyun let out a faint breath that almost resembled a tired exhale.
"Seems like it."
Grandmaster Wei's brows furrowed slightly, though not in anger—more like disapproval. "You were reckless!"
Xia Lihua glanced at him briefly, unsure whether to interfere, but Yang Lingyun spoke first. "…Had to be done...or else Xia Lihua would have gotten hurt."
Yang Lingyun's tone remained calm...The kind that didn't invite easy argument.
Grandmaster Wei was scolding him out of fear, not anger.
He had been afraid of losing either Xia Lihua or Yang Lingyun...and he couldn't bear the thought of losing either of them. His harsh words came from that worry.
