"Third." Shen Jin smiled, his expression serene.
"If you should fail, I'll take care of it myself. I've lived a long life; what haven't I seen?"
He spoke lightly, as if discussing what to have for dinner rather than a life-or-death battle.
The hospital room fell silent.
The rhythmic BEEP of the monitoring equipment echoed in the room. On the screen, a fluctuating waveform displayed Shen Jin's unstable vital signs.
Xu Wuyi looked at the Grandmaster, who, despite his grave injuries, could still speak with such ease. A mix of complicated emotions stirred within him.
There was admiration, gravity, and an indefinable sense of responsibility.
"I'll do everything I can," he finally said. His voice was quiet, but clear.
Shen Jin turned his head to look at him and nodded.
"Then go," he said. "And remember, come back alive."
When he returned to the circular room, the medical team had already completed all preparations.
