Time flowed like a river.
Three days had passed since the escape from Danlong Ancient Mountain.
Bright sunlight poured onto Luo Xiu's face, accompanied by the ceaseless cries of seagulls. He leaned back in a recliner, the gentle breeze lulling him toward sleep.
He had a dream, a very sweet one, where he was with his parents, his older brother, and his older sister. In the dream, he was a little boy again, playing joyfully with his family. He and his brother would run from their sister as she chased them, their mother fretting on the sidelines while their carefree father roared with laughter, telling his sister to hit them even harder.
Strangely, no matter how hard Luo Xiu tried, he couldn't see the faces of his parents or his siblings. They felt so familiar, yet their features remained frustratingly blurry. He had been having similar dreams for the past three days and knew why. Absorbing the Companion Green Lotus had restored some of his former memories.
