"Where are we going?"
Li Huowang, who was wearing handcuffs and leg irons, walked down the brightly lit corridor with the escort of the attendants, following Yi Donglai.
Yi Donglai answered without looking back. "A good place, you'll know when you get there."
Because it's been a while since he was admitted, Li Huowang's messy hair had grown long enough to almost cover his eyes.
Peeking through his bangs, Li Huowang secretly looked at the back of Yi Donglai's head. "What kind of Fate Commander could this guy be?"
"He should be the Fate Commander from our side, right? But if he really is from our side, then why didn't he help me escape?"
As Li Huowang guessed randomly, they stopped in front of a therapy room.
The attendants stood guard at the door while Li Huowang followed Yi Donglai inside.
The place was very simple. Besides a few chairs, a sand tray, and a cabinet full of various small miscellaneous items, there was nothing else.
"Wait, a sand tray?"
