When Huo Xuanhao regained consciousness, it was already five days after his visit to the Yang Family.
After his initial confusion, a bright point of light blossomed in his sea of consciousness, and several blurry fragments of memory gradually became clear.
"Oh? Mr. Huo, you're awake!"
Yang Yuanhong entered the room carrying a basin of water. After soaking a cloth, he handed it to him.
"Hehe, I was the one who cleaned you these past few days. Today, you can do it yourself, sir."
Hearing this, Huo Xuanhao's face reddened slightly. With an embarrassed smile, he accepted the cloth.
"You are... Yang... Yuanhong?"
"That's right, sir. You still remember me."
"That day, was I saved by the Patriarch and the others?"
Huo Xuanhao's memories had now been altered by Chen Yang.
Among the scattered memory fragments in his mind, he roughly understood that after he had been subjected to Body Seizure, the Yang Family cultivators had joined forces. Borrowing the power of the protective grand formation, they had driven back the evil cultivator elder within the jade pendant and saved him.
Later, they had continuously nourished him with spiritual power, preserving his soul, which had been like a guttering candle in the wind.
Thus, in Huo Xuanhao's understanding, it was the Yang Family that had saved him.
"Probably... yes."
Yang Yuanhong had also inherited the traditions of the "family of actors" quite well. Squinting and scratching his head, he looked at Huo Xuanhao. "I've never cultivated the Dao, so I don't know what exactly happened. I only know that the wind and sand outside were especially loud that night, and my mother told me not to go out."
"When it was nearly dawn, I saw Auntie and Mother bring you back here and tell me to take care of you.