Wang Zheng could hear her as she walked out. Her graceful footsteps revealed that she was probably wearing a pair of flats. Perhaps she was a petite beauty.
Within his scattered mind, Wang Zheng vaguely imagined how his savior, Lan Ling, looked like.
He did not think of anything else anymore. While he was slightly angry, it was nothing compared to the quiet surrounding his own accident. Wang Zheng was not naive. The worst thing was that even if he became the world's strongest warrior, in the eyes of the Aslan Empire, he would still be considered just a soldier - a slightly skilled soldier at best.
"The diagnosis is complete. Body is in recovery; progress at 37/100… Energy warning, activating emergency backup energy…"
Charcoal's voice suddenly rang out.
Wang Zheng came to his senses, calling out to Charcoal, "Charcoal are you alright? How's Bonehead?"