Sun Yong returned to the Martial Arts Hall, his face dark and his heart heavy with frustration.
Lin Yue had woken up once at the clinic but had since fallen back asleep. The doctor said his injuries were severe; he would need at least half a year, perhaps even longer, to recover.
During that time, his martial arts training would surely be delayed.
He was the disciple Sun Yong valued most, exceptionally talented and the Sun's Martial Arts Hall's best hope for making the rankings in this year's tournament. Now, he had been reduced to this state.
A knot of frustration tightened in Sun Yong's chest, and a wave of irritation washed over him.
The Martial Arts Hall had held high hopes for this year's tournament, but with Lin Yue's fall, all that hope seemed to have turned to dust.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, until everything he looked at seemed to irritate him.
