The Sword Spirit nodded, he could also see that Wang Zhan was extremely unhappy, and had already reached the point of fury.
As time ticked by, Zuo Linglong, who was lying on the bed, suddenly moved her fingers slightly, while Wang Zhan mechanically lifted his head, instinctively looking in the direction of Zuo Linglong.
The next second, Wang Zhan was already in front of Zuo Linglong. He hurriedly grabbed her arm and quickly asked, "You're awake? How are you feeling now? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
Seeing Wang Zhan, Zuo Linglong's eyes gradually became teary, and she immediately began to cry, biting her lip as she spoke, "Master, I finally get to see you…"
"Alright, alright, let's stop crying for now."
Wang Zhan looked at Zuo Linglong with a face full of concern and patted her shoulder before speaking slowly, "What happened to you, I heard you went to recognize your relatives and seemed to be doing okay, so how did you suddenly end up like this, and injured so severely?"
