The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, casting a dim light over the entire room. A few muffled thunderclaps startled Ye Xuan, who was lying in bed. Ye Xuan opened his eyes to see two individuals before him. One was a middle-aged man, dressed in a white embroidered robe, with sharp features exuding an indescribable aura of magnificence. His gaze, filled with affection, was fixed upon Ye Xuan. The other person was a middle-aged woman, clad in a lake-blue satin jacket and a long blue silk palace skirt, exuding an air of elegance and grace. It seemed evident that these two were a married couple.
Upon seeing Ye Xuan awake, the middle-aged woman grasped his hand tightly, her eyes full of concern, and asked, "Xuan'er, you're finally awake. Are you in pain?" Ye Xuan, upon hearing this, involuntarily shifted his body, feeling the soreness and ache in his bones, causing him to grimace in pain.
At that moment, the middle-aged man spoke, "You fell from the Willow Gully Cliff on the back mountain, dislocating your bones. I just set them right. Please refrain from moving." Ye Xuan's question, "Who are you?" startled the couple. The middle-aged woman, with a look of surprise, said, "Xuan'er, I am your mother. What's wrong with you?" Ye Xuan, full of doubt, asked, "Where am I? Why do you call me Xuan'er?"
These words left the couple puzzled. The middle-aged man explained, "This is the Ye Family residence in West River City. Xuan'er, don't you remember?" The middle-aged woman added, "You, child, have you lost your memory? He is your father, named Ye Zhenwu, and you are called Ye Xuan."
As the couple spoke, Ye Xuan suddenly recalled something. "Wait a minute, West River City, Ye Zhenwu, Ye Xuan? No, my name is Ye Zhiyuan. Wasn't I racing with some Korean racers yesterday? Yes, that's right, racing. But I don't remember anything after the turn on the mountain road. Could it be that I got injured and ended up in the hospital?"
A remark from Ye Zhenhu brought Ye Xuan back from his mental world to reality. "Qi, I saw him fall from the cliff; he must be mentally disoriented now. Let him rest for a while." Ye Xuan, not agreeing, protested, "I'm not disoriented!" He tried to sit up, but the soreness in his body thwarted his efforts.
Ye Zhenwu's comment left Ye Xuan's parents puzzled. Ye Zhenwu's wife asked, "Are you worried about your sister? She's fine, just sprained her foot. It's you who pulled her up from the cliff but fell yourself. You risked it all for a Fox Spirit Grass." Ye Xuan, feeling frustrated, asked, "Can I borrow a phone?" Ye Zhenwu, puzzled, asked, "A phone? Do you want to eat chicken?" His wife sighed, "He's hungry."
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Ye Xuan, feeling exasperated, said, "Uncle, Aunt, stop kidding. I want to go home and play Warcraft!" Ye Zhenwu, displeased, responded, "We are your parents, not uncle and aunt. You can play Warcraft once you're better. You're only 16 and already at the sixth stage of Xuan Qi. That's quite impressive."
Ye Xuan protested, "What are you talking about? I want to play Dota, Frozen Throne." As he spoke, a realization dawned on him, and he observed the room, noticing intricate patterns on the walls and perplexing ancient inscriptions.
Ye Xuan muttered to himself in disbelief, "This must be a dream. I have to wake up." His emotional outburst led to a physical reaction, intensifying the pain in his bones. Feeling increasingly fatigued, he closed his eyes.
Seeing Ye Xuan fall asleep, his mother, concerned, asked Ye Zhenwu, "What's wrong with Xuan? Why is he talking nonsense?" Ye Zhenwu, reluctantly, considered a possibility he didn't want to believe, "Could it be that Xuan fell from the cliff, suffered a brain injury, and lost his memory? He seems to have forgotten us."
Three days later, as Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes to the morning sunlight streaming into the room, he noticed a teapot and teacup on the table. He poured himself a glass of water, eagerly drinking it, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Ye Xuan marveled at the scenery outside, finding it unbelievable.
The sun's rays, though dazzling, revealed a distinct curved crack resembling the character "bow" in the sky. The deep blue sky seemed to stretch infinitely, merging with the earth's mountains. The land exuded a mystical aura, adorned with exotic trees and birds, gentle breezes carrying fragrant scents. Ye Xuan took a deep breath, sensing a different kind of air, filling him with a unique comfort and vitality.
As Ye Xuan was awestruck by the scene, he spotted Ye Zhenwu practicing a peculiar technique in exotic attire. Ye Zhenwu's swift movements and powerful strikes left Ye Xuan mesmerized. Ye Zhenwu's sudden leap and display of incredible skills left Ye Xuan astonished. Ye Zhenwu beckoned Ye Xuan, urging him to join in, but Ye Xuan, overwhelmed, couldn't believe his eyes.
Ye Zhenwu's continuous calls for Ye Xuan to demonstrate a technique left Ye Xuan embarrassed, admitting he had forgotten. Ye Zhenwu, realizing something was amiss, grasped Ye Xuan's arm, causing a strange energy to flow through him. To their shock, Ye Zhenwu exclaimed, "The Xuan Gate is gone!"