Mo Qi patted the ring hanging on his chest. Following a sensation in his heart, he passed through a particularly dense stretch of forest, and the view before him suddenly opened up.
It was a vast lake. The surface was as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest ripple, as if time and space had stood still.
In the heart of the lake lay a small island, several hundred feet across, upon which stood a low, thatched hut.
Mo Qi's heart skipped a beat as he felt a sharp pang of unease.
He frowned and stood his ground. He clapped one hand over the mouth of the Pig Emperor, who was just about to speak. With his other hand, he gripped the Scab Chicken's neck, silencing it.
"What's wrong, Mo the kid?" The Pig Emperor knew Mo Qi had discovered something and quickly asked via telepathic transmission.
Mo Qi replied, "Don't you think it's a little too quiet here?"
The Pig Emperor pushed Mo Qi's hand away and turned to look.
