Cai’er’s Wrath (2)

“Coma due to serious wounds, he is really in a coma because of serious wounds.” The temperature in the room dropped down once again and astonishingly, the cane in Cai’er’s hand pierced the floor of the room.

“Yang… Wen… Zhao. ” A pitch-black ring appeared and twinkled from Cai’er’s chest, and in the next instant, she, who was previously seated on the chair, started to disappear, little by little. More precisely, it was her afterimage that was gradually fading away.

Yang Wenzhao was just having dinner; after having beaten Long Hao Chen, he had already entered the top five, and he was now one step closer to his final goal. Only, this fight left him with a feeling of unease. It was the kind of feeling that hadn’t arisen in him for several years.

_How old is he exactly?_ After the match, Yang Wenzhao investigated on this matter, but didn’t get any answer. One should know that even though some matters have kept him from coming, he still had an important position within the Temple.