Night.
Xiao Ran and the others gathered around the bed. Yang Fengchui lay motionless on it.
"I'm starting!"
Zhao Qingming took a deep breath. Waking someone's consciousness and setting it back on the right path was precisely what the Zhao family excelled at.
But Yang Fengchui had been unconscious for so many years. His consciousness had sunk deep into his subconscious long ago. It was easy to imagine how difficult it would be to pull him back out.
Even Zhao Qingming wasn't very confident. But even if it meant his soul would be scattered to the winds, he had to wake Yang Fengchui.
He formed a hand seal. Stirred by his spiritual power, Green Raccoon Dog glowed with a soft radiance and slipped into Yang Fengchui's forehead.
A beam of green light shone out from Yang Fengchui's forehead.
Before everyone's eyes, it became a wisp of green smoke. Images appeared within it: Yang Fengchui's consciousness, lost in his coma.
But when everyone saw the images, they were all deeply moved.
The streets and houses in the scene looked so familiar. It was as if they had returned to their youth.
Yang Fengchui sat on a treetop, playing his suona as countless birds circled around him.
Below the tree, Zhao Qingming and his six brothers sat in a circle, singing and drinking. Two large carp hung over the campfire beside them.
The sight of the brothers laughing and chatting brought tears to Zhou Shang's and Li Qing's eyes.
Those were the days.
They'd lived without a care in the world, with nothing to worry about. Sun Miao was still Sun Miao, and Li Qing had no scar on his head.
Wasn't this the very scene they'd never even dared to dream of seeing again?
"You silly kid." Xiao Zhenye reached out