"You understand completely. You're more than qualified to join us."
The dog, as if it had found a kindred spirit, patted the trunk of the great tree with its paw again and again.
But as it kept patting, it grew dejected.
"But... how are we supposed to take you with us?"
The dog gazed at the immense tree, troubled. It looked to Mo Ling for help, but Mo Ling was also at a loss.
He could have the rabbit and the dog hold onto the glass sculpture's legs, but he was truly powerless against the great tree.
Mo Ling couldn't control the glass sculpture's actions directly. He could only make it perform simple movements through the Little Elf.
And moving this great tree was clearly beyond the glass sculpture's range of movement.
The Little Elf, for its part, couldn't see the contents of this simulated world at all, so it couldn't help him either.
Seeing that even the Outer God was helpless, the dog grew even more disheartened. It could only pat the great tree consolingly.
