C511 Holy Mountain

Cheng Jianming's eyes sparkled as he awoke.

Tears streamed down Yi Shushuang's face and that of the other as they heard him call out for his parents.

Yi Shushuang cradled her son's head, her gaze sweeping over him—up and down, left and right—128 times in total.

Her son's demeanor had transformed; he was no longer the three-year-old child he once appeared to be.

It had worked