"What is this place?"
After passing through the flickering ball of light, Mo Ling found himself amidst a patch of blood-red flowers. Dark clouds filled the sky, locking dense moisture within their oppressive layers and making the air incredibly heavy.
The patch of flowers wasn't very large, and in the center of the crimson blooms stood that same withered body.
The moment Mo Ling arrived, the ball of light on the withered body's head focused on him once again.
"Who are you?" a questioning voice emerged from within the ball of light.
It was a strange language, like the random plucking of strings, yet Mo Ling could somehow understand it.
'But how could this withered body have discovered me?'
Mo Ling looked down and realized that at some point, he had turned into his block-person form again.
'No wonder I was discovered.'
