The Loneliness

They let go of each other's clasped hands. Little Chi Maojiu seemed completely unaware of his actions, standing absentmindedly with the ghost of smile on his face. Occasionally, he would blink rapidly, making Wen Leyang feel uneasy.

Wen Leyang shook little Chi Maojiu in attempt to rouse him but he did not react. Chang Li stood, her hands folded behind her, squinting her eyes as she took in her surroundings. The sky and land went as far as the eye could see, but it was empty. After a few moments, Chang Li turned around. She stretched a finger and lightly pressed it to Chi Maojiu's forehead, before laughing to Wen Leyang. "He is fine. His senses have been clouded by foul energy. Do you have any medication that will help to clear his senses?" Her voice sounded cool yet indirect. Within the seemingly infinite witchcraft dimension, her voice spread out far and wide, filling the warm desolation with beauty in an instant.