Above the sky, on a tiny floating island.
Looking around, the surroundings were full of flowers and trees, but they seemed almost dead.
O'dor condensed a cluster of magic in his hand and dispersed it into the flowers and plants, restoring their vitality.
"Let's go."
Seeing this, Velin followed.
He was certain that this place was still within the range of the Gray Fog Space, but he was just a bit curious about why his uncle was planting these flowers and plants in a place lacking the Law of Life.
Besides, where did this island even come from, and why was it so small?
Passing through the woods, a wooden house appeared before his eyes.
Entering the wooden house, all kinds of items were readily available inside. Ignoring their current location, this place could entirely be treated as a leisure spot.
Looking at his uncle's busy figure, Velin walked straight over to the leather sofa and sat down.
A few minutes later, O'dor walked over to the table with two cups of tea, handed one of them to Velin, and then sat down opposite him.
Velin took a small sip, placed the cup on the low table, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, is there something you wanted me for?"
O'dor stared into Velin's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Did you go to the Kaven Magic Kingdom?"
"Yes."
He had just wanted to deny it, only to find that he had unconsciously blurted out the thoughts in his heart.
Looking down at that cup of tea, Velin instantly felt like he had been scammed.
As expected, the secret in his heart was about to become impossible to hide.
"You must have found the book I wrote back then!"
"Right."
"Read it?"
"Read it."
"That book?"
"My Teacher."
"Who