The bright sunshine shines on the garden, and colorful butterflies flutter in the air. Every flower that the butterfly's wings land on is a priceless treasure, and the petals are like sparkling diamonds, sparkling in the sunlight.
A French window separated the long corridor from the garden. Outside the window, flowers were in full bloom. However, neither of the two people in front of the French window was in the mood to appreciate them.
The black-haired old man and the middle-aged man with gray temples stood in silence, and no one spoke.
After a while, the old man asked tentatively: "He... is still the same?"
Middle-aged man: "Still the same, I don't want to stay here."
The old man frowned and asked, "Have you found the person he was talking about?"
"No. There are many people with that name, but none of them fits the bill." The middle-aged man said, "But he also said that the person's name should not be this."
The old man frowned even more: "What do you mean? Are you playing a guessing game here?"
"If you don't look at the name, a powerful auxiliary ability user, Omega, above B-level, maybe A-level..." The middle-aged man said slowly, "There are not many good auxiliary types, but there is one in the Federation that fits the bill - oh no, it should have been in the past, but it's not necessarily the case now."
Before he even mentioned the name, the old man already knew who it was and his expression turned cold: "No need to investigate. People from the Federation should not have anything to do with us."
The middle-aged man stroked his chin, and the topic continued: "It's a pity to mention him. He can be said to be the best auxiliary ability user I have ever seen. If he is still here, I wonder if we can recruit him to our side."
The old man: "Forget it. No matter what, Omegas are spoiled and will never amount to anything."
Middle-aged man: "You can't say that, father..."
Before he could finish his words, a burst of hurried footsteps approached quickly from the end of the corridor.
"Master! That person is missing!"
"What?!"
The old man flew into a rage: "I knew it! The little bastard is running around without even recovering from his wounds. He's exactly like his mother!"
"Seal off the manor! He must not have gotten far! I will personally—"
Just as the old man was about to walk out, the middle-aged man next to him gently pulled him back.
"Why bother, father? You know we can't keep him."
Old man: "What do you mean? We finally found it, are we just going to let him run away like this?!"
The middle-aged man said calmly: "Even a fledgling eagle would not be willing to curl up in a cage. What's more, he has already become a full-fledged eagle."
"Let him go. An eagle should spread its wings and fly into the sky. If he can't do it, he has no right to inherit the bloodline of the Burren family."
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On the top floor of the hospital, beneath the snow-white, cold walls, layers of electronic scans record every person coming and going.
Ji Tingyan walked through the corridor and came to the only ward on this floor.
"He's not awake yet?"
The doctor replied in a low voice: "He woke up once this morning, but fell asleep quickly."
"Do we need to wake him up?"
Ji Tingyan's gaze passed through the glass window and saw the sickly young man with his eyebrows slightly closed, his black hair falling between his pale skin, and his sleeping face weak and bloodless.