The long-unvisited door slowly opened.
"Go in. Go in... and you'll know."
Martin said reluctantly from the side.
Mo Ling surveyed the house for a long time. Every corner was nearly identical to what Li Luo remembered, with barely any traces of time left behind.
Several metal cubes even lay scattered in a corner of the room, stirring Mo Ling's memories once more. Images of Li Luo's childhood became clearer and clearer.
He slowly steadied his heartbeat. Only after the pain in his chest eased did he struggle to take that step into the house.
For some reason, perhaps because Li Luo's pain had affected him, Mo Ling felt strangely resistant to entering this shadow-filled house.
But if he wanted to learn the truth, he had to enter.
Another cold gust swept by, even chillier than the one he had felt in the courtyard. The long-neglected house carried a dampness that instantly cooled Mo Ling's previously overheated body.
He caught a whiff of mold, but it quickly vanished. The tiles before the door had completely loosened, and faint cracking sounds could be heard when he stepped on them.
That was normal enough for a house that had fallen into disrepair. Anyone entering would have felt the same.
But Mo Ling's perception was anything but normal. His vision flowed through the places he touched, passed through the invisible cold breeze, landed upon the damp, mold-covered walls, and finally slipped into the shattered stones beneath the tiles, where...
He saw a flash of silver light.
It was something that should not have existed here. Somewhere invisible from an ordinary perspective, it seemed that this house had undergone subtle changes because of his arrival.
Mo Ling did not immediately ask Martin behind him. Instead, he took another step onto the next tile. This