"It was time to go."
Li Luo stood atop the ruins, gazing into the distance.
Just as new hope began to rise again over this shattered land, it was also time for them to leave.
"Mm," Mo Ling replied softly.
They had arrived as one person and one Cube, and they would leave as one person and one Cube.
Wang Chuan still needed to remain here for a while. Xiao Bai had discussed it with Wang Chuan, and once matters here were settled, they would search for Xiao Bai's Owner together. As for the flying sword, it wanted to stay with the survivors. It told Mo Ling and Li Luo:
"I'm not leaving with you. I always feel like following you will get me into danger."
"Why?" Mo Ling was very curious about why it thought that.
"Instinct."
"..."
The survivors were all deeply reluctant to part with the two of them, especially Xiao Lian.
During their last few days in the city, Mo Ling had taken many things from the Cube for Xiao Lian to play with: the Red Headscarf, the green seedling. He had nearly taken out Martin's Bed as well, but thankfully stopped himself in time. Watching Xiao Lian's adorably curious expression had been quite entertaining.
Such comfortable days were rare in the Abyss. After Xiao Lian had set her straight, Li Luo no longer dwelled on the issue of "taking a detour." As long as they kept moving forward, the road would reveal itself. It was also time to end these somewhat aimless days.
"Should we say goodbye to them before we leave?"
"Forget it. Too much trouble."
"True."
"..."
As they chatted, the two of them walked down from the ruins and headed toward the edge of the city.
The broken walls and crumbling ruins