In cultivation, there is no concept of time, and two hours passed in a flash.
Swish!
Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes, a gleam flashed in them, and then quickly became restrained.
"Huh! What's with your expressions?" Zhang Xiaohao asked suspiciously.
Standing up from the ground, the expressions on the faces of Holy Daughter Hua Yan and Bi Xiaorou were different at this moment.
Holy Daughter Hua Yan had a touch of disappointment on her face, while the corners of Bi Xiaorou's eyes, although well-hidden, showed a hint of excitement.
"Could it be a failure?" Zhang Xiaohao asked in confusion.
"See for yourself!" Holy Daughter Hua Yan said in a low voice.
"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded, put away the Three Dragon True Cauldron and the silver needle, and sat down on the sofa opposite Black Dragon Saint.
"Little Black, have your memories returned?" Zhang Xiaohao asked seriously.
"Big brother, what memories?" Black Dragon Saint asked in confusion.
