Inside the narrow, shabby, dimly lit room, Ye Chen sat wanly on the bed, dressed in a grayish-white shirt covered in coarse patches.
He raised his palm and tried to gather Auling Power at his fingertips, but ultimately failed.
After another full cycle of day and night spent asleep, Ye Chen was in much better condition than before. His head finally no longer reeled or ached, yet his memories remained a tangled mess, and he could not recall what exactly his teacher had told him within that illusion.
As for his body, it was still weak and limp. He could move, but he could not even perform the most basic act of gathering Auling Power.
Ye Chen now was like a patient with a low fever. Though all four limbs were intact, he still needed time to recuperate before he could fully recover.
With that thought, Ye Chen let out a soft sigh.
"Haa..."
Gradually, the smells of firewood and food drifted in from beyond the door curtain, along with the noisy clamor of children.
Hearing this, Ye Chen carefully got out of bed, stooped as he passed through the doorway, which was only one meter eighty high, and then arrived in the hall outside.
It was not much larger than Ye Chen's room, only a little over ten square meters in area. A fire pit in the middle heated a suspended pot, with a chimney above it stretching skyward. The kitchen and toilet connected to either side, each only two or three square meters large. Together with all the clutter scattered here and there, the entire layout was shabby to the extreme.
And this was the entirety of the Daig Family's home.
At that moment, the old man Daigman was cooking porridge in a pot by the fire pit,