At six in the evening, at the Mo Family residence in Jinling City.
Inside Elder Mo's bedroom, several people stood to one side with grave expressions, all watching the young man before them, their hearts suspended in anxious uncertainty.
Jun Wangchen carefully checked Elder Mo's pulse. It was normal. He activated his Fiery Golden Eyes and scanned Elder Mo's body, finding every organ intact and unharmed.
"All his physiological responses are normal, yet he still hasn't woken up. That shouldn't be happening." Jun Wangchen frowned at his findings.
Normally, a person would not remain unconscious unless they had suffered a serious injury somewhere or sustained direct damage to their nerves.
Seeing Jun Wangchen's expression grow increasingly serious, Mo Xingao's heart tightened. He asked quietly, "Young friend Jun, what exactly is my father's condition?"
Truthfully, he was deeply anxious. Five minutes had passed since Jun Wangchen began checking his father's pulse and examining him, yet there was still no sign of an answer. An ominous thought gradually surfaced in his mind.
"Don't worry. I'm still investigating," Jun Wangchen reassured him, examining Elder Mo once more.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and his gaze settled on the spot between Elder Mo's eyebrows.
There was a black, pattern-like mark there. Hidden by his eyebrows, it was extremely difficult to notice.
A sharp glint flashed through Jun Wangchen's eyes. Others might not recognize this pattern, but as the inheritor of Zhang Zhongjing's legacy, he knew it very well.
After a moment's thought, Jun Wangchen poured soul power out of his Soul Sea and into Elder Mo's body.
A brief examination made Jun Wangchen's pupils contract, as though he had discovered something.
"So that's it." Taking a deep breath, Jun Wangchen nodded slightly, now having some idea of what was happening. He turned to Mo Xingao