An endless expanse of white filled Mo Ling's vision.
For a long while.
When he came back to his senses, the buzzing sound around him was gone. The piercing white slowly faded, and the specks of white light suspended in the air began to drift down…
The foul-smelling mist was gone, and the stuttering images he had been seeing became perfectly smooth.
Once the white curtain receded, his surroundings had completely changed.
Only then did Mo Ling realize he was no longer on the Moon Altar.
'Where am I?'
A sea breeze crept through an iron-barred window and into the oppressive little room. The floor was covered with hay, but it was already damp and starting to stink.
The walls, which seemed to be made of some kind of metal, were covered in mottled stains and rust. The material looked somewhat similar to those strange components from Fishman Island.
Iron bars sealed off the room. Beyond them was a long corridor, and runes high on its walls glowed faintly.
