Before leaving, Han Ling deliberately went upstairs to Ling Zhao's room. He knocked and waited, soon hearing Grant's voice from inside.
"Come in!"
When Han Ling pushed the door open, he saw Grant sitting beside Ling Zhao with a cup of warm water in hand, while Ling Zhao was fiddling with the light-brain, doing who-knew-what. As for the sword spirit, Yun Qian, it was still lying unconscious in Han Ling's own room. Han Ling had taken a look earlier—its whole body curled up at the corner of the bed, breathing faint but steady.
Not planning to enter fully, Han Ling simply leaned against the doorframe and addressed the two of them.
