Standing blankly in the sea of sand, Mo Ling felt a terror he had never known before.
His stiffened body dared not take another step forward.
The sea of sand was chillingly cold. In the past, a fire would burn in Mo Ling's heart, sustaining him. But now, that fire seemed to have been extinguished, leaving him without even the courage to slightly bend his body.
'Maybe I should just stop here...'
'It's enough. I've touched enough of the world, seen enough beauty. I'm already so much better than my ignorant brethren. I'm just a weak Finger Insect. There's no need to push myself.'
And yet, the thought of retreating back to the cave filled Mo Ling with a bitter reluctance.
If he had stayed in the cave from the very beginning, he wouldn't have felt so unwilling.
Now that he had seen how vast the world was and personally touched so many wondrous things, he couldn't bear to return.
In that moment, Mo Ling understood the old Finger Insect's resignation.
