Chapter 332: 333 Awakening (In the Middle of the Night)

For a long while, Elder Xu Kong finally sat down slowly beside the bed, placed his hand on her pulse, and gradually closed his eyes; a faint purple halo lit up inside the room.

Time ticked away, second by second.

The sun had reached its zenith, growing more intense.

Dai Yu’s gaze fell upon the back of the man standing in front of her.

The man wore a spotlessly clean white shirt, as if he had descended from the heavens. His sleeves were neatly rolled up a few times, hands in his pockets, revealing a stretch of fair and strong forearms. His stance was casual, yet it exuded a commanding presence not to be underestimated, inspiring a sense of awe.

A tyrant was still a tyrant, even just a silhouette could make one’s heart tremble.

Dai Yu watched him, a shallow curve forming on her lips, then leaned forward and said in a melodious voice, "Mr. Mo, it might still be a long while before master comes out. Why don’t I take you back to your room to rest for a bit?"

In an instant, just when Dai Yu thought he would not speak, a deep voice rang in her ears, "No need, I’ll wait here."

"Mr. Mo, you really treat Miss Chu well." Dai Yu lifted her eyes toward Mo Zhixuan, her almond-shaped pupils devoid of any other expression, just like the girl next door—kind, cute, naive, and innocent.

No matter how perfect something is, its true form is revealed under the sunlight.

Yet under the sunlight, the man’s handsome features seemed almost flawless.

Upon hearing her words, the man’s lips slowly curled into a faint arc, his eyes deep, his cool detachment laced with refined elegance, his noble demeanor imbued with sagacity, and he spoke in a low voice, "Because she is worth it."

Those five simple words, though understated, were distinctly heard by Dai Yu.

Dai Yu’s expression remained unchanged as she sighed, "Miss Chu is really fortunate."

Mo Zhixuan didn’t respond. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, ’click’, and a pale blue flame sprouted from the cold metal lighter. He slowly lit the cigarette, resting it at the corner of his mouth, his aura strong and his demeanor detached.

Dai Yu watched him, her lips moving slightly as she said in a low voice, "Mr. Mo, smoking harms the blood quality and is not good for the body..."

Mo Zhixuan appeared as if he heard nothing, instead slowly exhaling a puff of smoke that blurred his sharp-featured face.

Dai Yu bit her lip, somewhat at a loss, "I’m sorry, Mr. Mo; am I talking too much? I didn’t mean anything by it; I’m just concerned about your health."

Just then, with a ’creak’, the door opened, and Elder Xu Kong walked out.

Mo Zhixuan’s expression changed, and he quickly threw the half-smoked cigarette to the ground, walking towards Elder Xu Kong.

"How is it?"

The Elder’s face was slightly pale, his voice weak, "Don’t worry, Miss Chu has already awakened."

No sooner had the Elder spoken did Mo Zhixuan stride into the room.

Eighteen full days.

He had finally waited for this news.

"Master, are you all right?" Dai Yu came over to support Elder Xu Kong.

"I am fine," Elder Xu Kong patted Dai Yu’s hand to reassure her.

Dai Yu nodded and supported Elder Xu Kong as they walked toward the room.

Chu Jin felt like she had just had a very long dream. In the dream, there were clashes of arms and roars of cannon fire.

A woman whose face she couldn’t see, dressed in bright armor, sweeping across the battlefield, eventually united the Four Continents and became an empress.

...

This dream was too long, yet too real.

Her emotions fluctuated with that indistinct woman in the dream.

She and that woman were like one person, and yet like two separate individuals.

She could even feel the heart-wrenching pain of betrayal by someone close to the empress.

The empress had a proud spirit, preferring death to submission.

A silent tear fell from the corner of her eye onto her hair.

"No!" Chu Jin abruptly opened her eyes, her forehead slick with cold sweat.

At the same time, Zi’s voice echoed in her mind, "Welcome back, Jin."

With those words, Zi stretched lazily, adding, "I, Zi Han III, have also finally returned!"

Zi’s voice instantly pulled her back from the dream into reality.

Chu Jin sat up in bed, scanning her surroundings, and communicated with Zi through her consciousness, "Where am I?"

She remembered blocking a shot for Shi Qin, the Phantom Bullet, which stopped upon drawing blood.

And then?

Shi Qin seemed to have carried her to the hospital.

And after that?

After that, there was just a blank in her mind, unable to remember anything else.

Zi scratched his head, "I don’t know either. After you passed out, Jin, my consciousness also vanished."

His existence was tied to his host.

If the host lived, he lived.

If the host died, he died.

Chu Jin’s head was starting to hurt, "So, did I complete that last urgent mission?

Zi checked his mission log, "It’s completed. Now there’s only that long-term mission left."

"That’s a relief," Chu Jin let out a sigh of relief, "But where exactly is this place?"

Shouldn’t she be in a hospital?

Looking around, this place didn’t seem like a hospital with its antique charm.

Moreover, what she was wearing was not a hospital gown, but a light blue, retro, frog-button long-shirt.

The stitches were very fine, unlike those made by machine but more akin to handcrafting.

Zi stroked his chin, thoughtfully, "Jin, be cautious on your own. Although I don’t know where this is, I’ve detected two very powerful energies nearby. They don’t seem malevolent, but it’s better to be cautious with strangers."

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