Ye Chen watched the scroll gradually disappear before him. He reached out, trying to hold on to some part of the scene, but it was all in vain. He couldn't grasp anything.
Though the scroll had vanished, the story of Journey to the West was still etched deep in Ye Chen's mind. Whenever he wanted, he could know what had happened—or would happen—at any point in the story.
Ye Chen slowly got to his feet. Only then did he realize he seemed to have gained some strength. His leg, which had been broken and too difficult to move before, had now recovered completely.
He stretched his limbs, then stood up. Ye Chen held both hands in front of him and examined them, but they were still just ordinary hands. Nothing had changed.
The only thing that made Ye Chen happy was that he no longer had to lie on a straw mat like a cripple. He could walk and move freely now, no longer limited by his injured body.
Ye Chen lifted the layers of clothing covering him and was astonished to see his wounds healing at a visible speed. Before long, his skin had become smooth, without a single scar.
"How amazing!" Ye Chen couldn't help exclaiming. His voice caught the attention of the old man, who was shoveling snow in the courtyard outside.
The old man slowly entered the room. He saw Ye Chen, who had been lying helplessly on the straw mat before, now standing on the floor.
"Child, your—your wounds are healed?" The old man's eyes widened. He had seen many things in his life, but never anything so unbelievable. This was nothing short of a miracle!
"Old woman, come and see!" The old man looked Ye Chen up and down, then leaned halfway out of