"Yes, I promise to take you out." In the small house, Ye Tian spoke solemnly, his eyes fixed firmly on the middle-aged man.
The man looked into Ye Tian's eyes, then shifted his gaze away after a moment.
"I know you suspect that I haven't told you the truth. But as long as you go there, confirm that what I said is real, then come back and take me away—is that request really too much?" The middle-aged man raised his teacup again and poured himself some more tea.
"Fine."
After receiving their promise, the middle-aged man began recounting what he had encountered in the back mountain that day.
He had pondered this decision for several years before finally making it. He had remained stuck in place for far too long and yearned for a breakthrough, yet the entrance to the Small World could not be opened, and there were no other particularly unusual places in this space. Only the back mountain had always been shrouded in mystery.
He packed his luggage. He had already considered that if he were discovered and could not return to the city, he would live outside it; if he became lost in the mist, he would not simply sit on the ground and turn into a pile of bones. It was still necessary to prepare himself a small grave.
After leaving the city, he headed for the back mountain. The back mountain lay on the far side of the entire Small World. The Small World had walls of air, and in ordinary areas, one would often be blocked by an air wall halfway through.
But the back mountain did not. Beyond it lay a hazy expanse of gray mist, and the air walls stopped appearing at the edge of that fog. Thus, they had no