Is that...Mo Li?
Qi Chen reached out toward where he remembered Xiao Ji was, touched its slightly stiff feathers, and tugged it toward himself. Xiao Ji looked at Qi Chen perplexedly, not quite understanding what was happening to him.
So it was like this. Was this place built with Mo Li's personal involvement? Feng Yuan mused to himself. Different from the Mo Li he had seen before, the Mo Li before him was expressionless, as if nothing around him could attract his attention, except for his sole objective—nothing else could divert even a sliver of his concentration.
Feng Yuan wasn't surprised by this at all. Watching Mo Li's figure vanish into the passage ahead, Feng Yuan didn't follow; he knew that it wasn't really him, but merely an accidental relic of time that he had unintentionally activated. So that's it; that's the reason why—it's no wonder... Feng Yuan thought to himself as he shook his head, hugging Xiao Ji and standing still.
"What's wrong with you?"
