Mo Ling was too stunned to speak.
They were all Martins!
He looked at the Martin who had been accompanying him. The glass jar on his head was shattered, the pickled vegetables inside slowly oozing out. His body swayed, looking as if it could collapse at any moment.
"I'm Number 500. A pleasure to properly meet you." He pulled himself together and introduced himself to Mo Ling, though his voice was incredibly faint.
"Are you okay?" Mo Ling asked with concern, seeing his weakened state.
"He's fine. He just exhausted his energy. He'll be okay after he recovers for a while," Number 736 explained from the side.
Several nearby Martins came over, helped Number 500 up, and sat him down on a rock to the side.
"Was it because of the dream travel?" Mo Ling asked, a little worried.
