Although Xi didn't understand the meaning of Mo Ling's words, he could sense the nostalgia within them.
The reassuring drone of his voice gradually calmed Xi's thoughts.
The currents and tremors on the mountaintop continued, yet Mo Ling moved as if on a leisurely stroll. He hopped and skipped across the mountain of bones and severed limbs, occasionally even floating up to cross a Great Rift between the bones.
Watching Mo Ling alternate between floating and landing, Xi couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
This wasn't the first time this "Senior" had shattered his understanding of the world.
Xi rested quietly on Mo Ling's back, watching the summit draw nearer... and just like that, they reached the highest point of the Corpse Mountain.
"We're here." Mo Ling gently set Xi down, but kept a firm grip on his wrist.
