"Oh?!"
A gleam flashed through Lin Yi's eyes, too, and he hurriedly looked in the direction Lao Mo was facing.
Yet all he saw in that direction was a stretch of haze. As the light and shadows shifted, the drifting fog constantly formed overlapping phantom shapes, making it difficult to distinguish whether there were woods, rocks, or entirely unknown, mysterious things beyond it.
A faint golden light appeared in his eyes. Domain Insight seemed about to activate instinctively, but just then, Lao Mo pressed a hand against his shoulder and took him crashing off the Returning Tide's path!
Boom-
Lin Yi's vision abruptly went white. By the time he came to his senses, the boundless whiteness around him was slowly fading, and his view gradually cleared. Along with the soft sensation beneath his feet and that rustling feeling, he soon realized where he was.
"Is this... the Wooded Belt?"
The surroundings were almost indistinguishable from the depths of the Wooded Belt.
Although Lin Yi had never entered the Wooded Belt in his "true body," he had visited it several times in dreams and could hardly be called unfamiliar with its environment.
Lao Mo pushed aside withered vines and old wood as he asked, "You've been here?"
"No... I guessed." Lin Yi shook his head.
Lao Mo nodded slightly. It was not difficult to guess. He tore away the last clump of weeds in front of him, exposing an old, abandoned streetlamp pole. Its red-painted number was as startling as blood, still unfaded after who knew how many years.
"Red... red paint?!" Lin Yi was stunned. His gaze fell on the battered surface of the streetlamp pole, and he vaguely made out the number among its mottled marks. It seemed to read, "A streetlamp pole with a red-painted number?!"
"...Moon Out...