Tang Xiao asked Zhao Jing again. "So, you don't remember anything that happened after you died and before you woke up, Mom?"
"I don't remember anything." Zhao Jing turned to face Mu Yan, who was staring at her with a curious expression, and rubbed her head. "I want to apologize to you, Yan'er. Your cultivation slowed because my soul absorbed the qi that you drew from the air; otherwise, you would be stronger than you are now."
