Xi's ball of light flickered constantly. He stood frozen in place, as if completely paralyzed by the emotion emanating from the black mud.
A gaunt arm trembled slightly. Xi slowly reached out, as if wanting to touch the black mud in Mo Ling's hand, but he suddenly pulled back and took a few steps away.
"Senior, I've felt this kind of loneliness before..." Xi said dazedly, his ball of light flickering.
"When?"
Mo Ling had thought Xi would recall his experience in the Administrator's Healing Space, but to his surprise, Xi's words were startling: "When I was creating the Red Spirit Flower."
"Back then, I felt the same loneliness. The emotion suddenly burst forth from the depths of my consciousness and consumed the entire Healing Space..."
"That's right! I did add my personal emotions while creating the Red Spirit Flower. I remember now!" Xi cried out excitedly.
"Did you see anything like this back then?" Mo Ling asked, holding up the black mud.
