Gao Xin's subconscious memory was limitless, but his mind wasn't... Stuffing a bunch of knowledge in short term would affect his brain.
The old man's memories of several decades were three times his age!
This was probably also a form of self-protection of consciousness, the reason why people dream as if they have experienced a long time, even decades, in their dreams, but wake up remembering only sporadic fragments.
"Kid, didn't your subconscious also materialize your Aunt Yao?" Gao Jiaoji suddenly asked.
Gao Xin scratched his head, "Eh? No? Right, where's Aunt Yao? Why didn't my subconscious materialize her?"
While he was puzzled, suddenly the surface of the water splashed!
Yao Junyan emerged from the pond, throwing her arms wide and shouting, "Hey, little Chongguang."
"Ouch..." both Gao Xin and Gao Jiaoji jumped in fright.
Only Silver Hand remained unmoved, squatting by the shore, merely giving a cold smile.
