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In the hospital room, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment—you looked at me, and I looked at you.
They suddenly realized
that the delicate and shy boy in front of them had revealed a hint of the ruthless demeanor unique to high-level cultivators, which made them quite uncomfortable.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you all?"
Jiang Ding, puzzled, rubbed the back of his head, "Why are you all just staring at me without saying anything?"
"Haha!"
Lin Wanqiu wasn't a bit awkward; he stepped forward, touched the boy's head, and laughed aloud, "The way you just patted Jiang Yuan on the head was so funny, acting like a little adult while cheering someone else up."
The others also laughed, and that hint of ruthlessness was instantly swept away completely.
Jiang Ding sat down by his grandfather's hospital bed, placed his hand on his wrist, and carefully sent out a slender thread of his Divine Sense and mana to probe inside.
After a while, his heart sank.
