For the next week, Yang Fan stayed in Qian Yongheng's small courtyard.
Cheng Qian didn't go anywhere, he stayed here the whole time.
A week later, Yang Fan awoke from Qian Yongheng's hypnotism, having slept for seven days.
He didn't eat or drink, it felt like he'd traveled to an unfamiliar place, just walking continuously…
Until the seventh day, it was as if a door opened in his mind, unveiling a brand new world that gradually began to resurface in his memory.
Slowly, he recalled many things, he understood who Master Zi Yin was, where Nine Heavens Continent was located, and many mysterious cultivation techniques…
Who knows how long it had been, but Yang Fan finally awoke.
Cheng Qian was eager to ask right away: "So? Yang Fan, have you remembered anything?"
Yang Fan rubbed his temple with his right hand, the headache was intense. He replied calmly, "Mr. Cheng, almost, let me sort out my thoughts."
