"My head hurts so much..."
Professor Yan also began to gradually wake up; he slowly propped himself up, shaking his head, feeling as if his brain were paste.
It seemed he had just seen his daughter who passed away many years ago... It must have been a dream, for his daughter had been deceased for nearly twenty years!
"Professor Yan, how do you feel?"
Song Yun came forward and helped him up, asking with concern.
"No big problem, I'll recover in a while."
Professor Yan's eyes were somewhat unfocused; all he could think about was the image of his daughter when she was young, never before had he felt such a strong desire to return home.
"Professor, we've found a new path; would you come and take a look?"
Ouyang Jie was leaning on the entrance, shining a spotlight inside, but the darkness seemed impenetrable, swallowing all the light.
"This is a bit troublesome!"
