C147 How Many Flowers Would Fall in the Dream?

Three days had flown by in the blink of an eye.

Mengjun had finally awakened from his prolonged unconsciousness.

A hint of life returned to his pallid face as he observed the thirteen individuals meditating beneath the colossal tree beside him.

He fixed his gaze on Nangong Fan, who was reclining against the tree with a straw dangling from his lips, eyes half-closed in a languid pose