When Yang Zhen came to, he stretched with immense comfort, feeling as though every tendon, bone, and muscle in his body was exploding with a terrifying power, the cracking and popping so satisfying it almost made him yell out loud!
What disappointed Yang Zhen a bit was that upon awakening, it wasn't Hua Youyue who was wiping his body but rather Han Yan'er sitting by the bed, lost in thought.
Seeing Yang Zhen awake, Han Yan'er yelped and ran out, despite Yang Zhen's terrifying speed, he wasn't quick enough to catch this little bunny.
Yang Zhen leisurely picked up the blanket beside him and covered his waist, then he closed his eyes and slowly recollected the insights from the past few days. A playful smile appeared on his face; he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers with a pop. A purple lightning serpent brimming with endless possibilities appeared at his fingertips, slowly coiling around them.
