By the time Zhou Yu's injuries had recovered to around eighty to ninety percent, two days had already passed.
Zhou Yu slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Yun Feifei's worried gaze.
Immediately, a voice came from beside him.
"Zhou Yu, are you okay?"
Zhou Yu turned his head and saw that the speaker was Li Qinglong.
Next to Li Qinglong was Venerable Hong.
At this moment, Venerable Hong's face was gloomy, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
Zhou Yu nodded and said,
"Elder Li, Elder Hong, you both came."
"Rest assured, I'm almost healed."
Li Qinglong let out a sigh of relief.
"That's good."
"Upon hearing that something happened to you, Elder Hong and I rushed over immediately."
"Elder Hong was so furious seeing your severe injuries that he wanted to go back to the Martial Pavilion to settle the score with them."
"It took a lot of persuading to stop him."
Hearing this, Zhou Yu looked at Venerable Hong.
"Elder Hong, it's indeed not suitable to go back now."
