Mo Xiaofei woke up once again not long after.
Zhuifeng was naturally overjoyed; he had nearly worried himself to death during this time, so seeing Mo Xiaofei recover was a relief.
"Big brother, what exactly happened to you?"
"Do you remember why I came to Mount Tai?" Mo Xiaofei looked at Zhuifeng—though he was trapped inside his body for a while, he could still perceive what was happening externally.
This experience felt unreal to Mo Xiaofei—he was like a bystander continuously watching his own body and everything that happened. He was sincerely grateful to Zhuifeng because, during this time, Zhuifeng stayed unwaveringly by his side and even communicated with his family on his behalf.
"Yeah, you said you were looking for the heir of the Clothed Daoist to uncover the mysteries of your past life." Zhuifeng said quickly.
"He... he is my past life." Mo Xiaofei said softly.
Zhuifeng was stunned, his eyes wide open, "Past life? Wasn't it a ghost that took over your body?"
