Wen Yan scratched his head. Could she directly mention what he wants? Does she have some sort of mind-reading ability?
No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than the elderly woman sitting on the stone stool chuckled.
"You were thinking so loudly, how could I not know."
"Ah..." Wen Yan gasped in surprise.
"You still don't know where you are, do you?" the old lady pointed to the stone stool beside her. "Come, sit down and let's talk."
Wen Yan was somewhat hesitant, but he could sense very clearly that the stone stool posed no threat to him.
He hesitated for a moment, then sat down. As soon as he did, a wave of warmth washed over him. The stone stool felt as if it had been warmed by the Sun, making it especially comfortable to sit on in the midday winter air.
Moreover, this warmth gave him a very familiar feeling.
After thinking carefully, he suddenly realized that this feeling was his Yang Energy!
An epiphany rose in his heart.
