Under Lucrecia's control, the flying carpet smoothly departed from the eerie dense forest, slowly ascending towards the sky through a gap in the treetops.
As they passed through the interwoven branches, Yu Sheng could distinctly feel the little puppet on his shoulder becoming somewhat nervous—mainly through the sensation in his hair: "Why are you also so nervous? By rights, the old tree should be an acquaintance of yours, right?"
"I've changed so much, it might not even recognize me," Erin said, staring intensely at the twisted and strange treetops around them, "Besides, it's changed so much too, it might not even have any sanity left..."
Yu Sheng just chuckled, casually lifting the little puppet off his shoulder and placing it on his knee, not so much to comfort the little thing but to protect the increasingly bald spot on the back of his own head...
