林风 vomited out a mouthful of air after three consecutive breaths, then wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The impact of just now still lingered in his mind, a kind of shock that made his heart beat irregularly. He leaned against the cold stone wall and puffed. "Sir Zhang, you really overdid it, you know?" Lin Feng finally found his voice, a hint of complaint mixed with relief. Zhang Wu, the blind old man, didn't answer immediately. Instead, he patted the ground thoughtfully with his cane. After a while, he said, "Are you alright, kid?" "Me? I'm fine." Lin Feng said evasively. "Just a bit of airlock." "So you weren't lying about it?" Zhang Wu smiled faintly, his voice echoing faintly in the quiet courtyard. "That beast, it really has some fight." Lin Feng nodded vigorously. "It tore me to pieces, I wouldn't have survived if it weren't for you." Zhang Wu clapped him on the shoulder, a gesture that was both reassuring and slightly relieved. "Don't be gloomy, there will be more battles ahead. Remember, every time you face danger, it's a chance to grow."