His once-smooth train of thought had come to a halt. Mo Ling desperately tried to think, but his mind was a complete blank, as if it had been blocked.
'Hasn't my memory fully recovered yet?'
Mo Ling finally realized that although he had broken free from the confines of the Sea of Blood, its influence lingered. His thoughts were still being unconsciously interfered with, making them sluggish.
For now, all he could do was continue to question the eyeball.
"Since you can see it, why don't you just tell me what's on the other side of the light?"
"Because I, too, am within limitations."
The bubble eyeball's answer was as cryptic as ever, impossible to grasp.
"You can't tell me the answer, can you?"
"Correct. The answer does not belong here. I cannot see it, nor can I speak of it."
'Doesn't belong here?'
Mo Ling thought for a moment. 'The only thing that doesn't belong here... seems to be me, right?'
'Could the other side of the light... be me?'
