A few days later.
Inside the hospital.
Zhang Yu abruptly sat up from the hospital bed, then looked somewhat bewildered at the impeccably clean ward in front of him.
Beside the bed, the voice of Master Xinghuo came over: "I thought you'd wake up around today, and it turns out you did, even a bit earlier than I expected."
Zhang Yu sharply turned his head, looking at Master Xinghuo beside him, murmuring, "I..."
The next moment, he rubbed his head, feeling a sharp pain in his brain.
"Hiss..." Countless scenes flashed in Zhang Yu's mind as he gradually recalled what had happened.
"An explosion... then the building suddenly collapsed."
"I wanted to jump to the adjacent building through the window, but someone knocked me back..."
Then an overwhelming amount of building materials crashed down on him.
