"She speaks! Aunt An speaks and moves!" the masses cheered. They had wanted to approached her and ask her how she was feeling and a lot, but because Yanzhi was still there they restrained themselves lest they angered him.
The woman called An had tears in her eyes as she looked down at her son who kept pulling her dress, she bent down to pick him up when she noticed a stone in her hand. She looked at it curiously without any impression of it, she didn't know what it was or it's use nor how it got into her hand so she had intention to throw it away. Seeing her intentions
"Loose that and you'll go back to being just a corpse without consciousness, no more than an unmoving corpse." Yanzhi warned.
The woman was startled by such oppressive and warning tone. She hadn't noticed him there at all.
"Wh-who are you?" she asked frightened and with caution.
