A trace of worry still lingered on Duan Kun's face. Wang Zhan was the most outstanding disciple he had ever mentored, and even though he trusted Wang Zhan's mental fortitude, he couldn't truly rest easy until he saw him pull through.
However, when their eyes met, he saw the fighting spirit in Wang Zhan's.
"It seems you've pulled through. You're even more outstanding than I imagined," Duan Kun said with a relieved smile.
"Old Duan." Wang Zhan started to get up, but Duan Kun quickly pressed him back down onto the bed. "You're a patient; don't bother with all that. I don't care for such formalities."
Only after Duan Kun sat down opposite Wang Zhan did he remark, feigning a slight complaint, "Say, when did you inexplicably start calling me Old Duan?"
"Heh, doesn't it sound more friendly?"
Duan Kun shook his head and chuckled, not really minding.
