BEEP... BEEP...
In the First High School hospital's Blood Gate Transformation Chamber, the atmosphere was thick with an agonizing silence.
Yan Sea's face was pale, his thoughts growing bleak. The nurse stared intently at the data on the screen, her expression tense as she periodically changed the IV bags.
Yu Fei's aura was growing weaker and weaker. The activity in his blood had dropped to a dangerously low level. At this rate, his Blood Gate Transformation might fail at any moment.
Yan Sea couldn't understand why this was happening. Yu Fei had followed the requirements of the Sword Nurturing Skill to perfection. Even his own master, when he was alive, had never trained such an outstanding Tribulation Sword apprentice.
Su Yue had poured so many resources into this, even using up more than three taels of twenty-year-old Enlightenment Tea.
Besides, Yu Fei already had the foundation of a prodigious Martial Artist.
