In Taoyuan.
In Zhang Rongfang's eyes, Dipa didn't even resemble a human figure at this moment.
Although he was hanging on the rock wall, his entire body exuded an eerie, elusive feeling in the Eye of the Netherworld.
It was like a mirage in water, swaying with the ripples.
Dipa was also slowly twisting with the surrounding wind.
The key point was, on the surface of his body, countless tiny particles were rising and disappearing every moment.
Upon closer inspection, each of these particles was actually a small, agonized, and despairing human face.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I might get shy," Dipa asked, licking his lips while facing Zhang Rongfang.
"Nothing... I..." Zhang Rongfang did not reveal what he saw, instead choosing to maintain an expressionless demeanor.
"My question this time is, I want to ask you if you know about a place, where..."
He carefully described the situation of the Decaying World to Dipa.
