The poor Tong Tiehu had been standing for nearly two hours, and at the age of sixty, standing for so long would have been unbearable if not for the subtle support of Tong Sanlang.
When Yang Wenxiao finally awoke, he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.
The main event was coming.
Whether Yang Wenxiao was satisfied with the answer he and Tong Sanlang had given would soon be evident.
Upon waking, Yang Wenxiao felt his entire body soft and limp, his bones felt as if they had melted away.
Yet, it wasn't the kind of weakness that came from lack of strength, but rather the lazy comfort of someone brimming with vigor after a good sleep.
The fatigue brought on by the continuous traveling dissipated, he stretched his limbs, and looked toward Tong Tiehu and Tong Sanlang, the grandfather and grandson who were still standing respectfully by the heated kang bed.