Lin Yu lay in bed, trapped like a silkworm in a cocoon, his thoughts tangled in a chaotic mess. He tossed and turned, thrashing like a fish out of water in a hot pan, muttering over and over to himself: "What Mother said is really giving me a headache." His voice was heavy with helplessness and frustration, as if shrouded in a thick haze.
With his brow deeply furrowed and eyes tightly closed, he forced himself to recall his mother's words—that he had to break through by at least five ranks in spirit power within five months and go pay his respects to his maternal grandfather to report the news about Tang Hao. Every time he replayed those words in his mind, his brow knitted tighter, as though her instructions were heavy shackles pressing down so hard he could barely breathe.
"Reporting the news about Tang Hao to my maternal grandfather is one thing, but breaking through by five ranks in spirit power in five months is going to be a bit tough." At this thought, Lin Yu could not help but frown deeply in distress. His brows creased so tightly they looked capable of crushing a fly, and his face was full of vexation, shadowed as if by heavy storm clouds.
Chapter 96