One day later, Jia Nan Academy.
A faint scent of sandalwood incense curled through the quiet room, soothing the mind with a touch of intoxicating comfort. On the bed in the corner, Xiao Yan lay with his eyes tightly closed, a faint breath escaping him only after a long interval.
After a while, Xiao Yan's fingers suddenly trembled. His feeble breathing finally grew a little stronger, his lashes fluttered, and his eyelids struggled before slowly opening.
Soft light filtered into the room through the window. Xiao Yan abruptly clenched his hand, then rolled up from the bed. Breathing lightly, he surveyed his surroundings, and a rush of memories surged from the depths of his mind.
Soon, he remembered everything that had led to him lying on this bed.
"Tang Hao... you said my mother died at Spirit Hall's hands. Was that true or false?" Recalling what Tang Hao had told him after he unleashed Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus, Xiao Yan frowned slightly and clenched his fists, drawing in a light breath of air tinged with sandalwood incense.
The scent entered his body, immediately clearing his head a little.
Just then, the click of the door opening suddenly sounded from outside. Dugu Bo pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Xiao Yan already sitting up on the bed, he froze briefly, then rushed over with wild delight written across his face.
"Xiao Yan, you brat, you finally woke up! You were unconscious for an entire day. You nearly worried this old man to death!" Dugu Bo laughed joyfully.
"I was unconscious for a whole day?" Xiao Yan blinked at those words, then shook his head with a bitter smile. "Looks like unleashing Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus really takes a lot out of me."
"Nothing seriously wrong with your body, is there?"