The young man tripped on the stone that had suddenly appeared and tumbled toward the shell wall.
He slammed headfirst into it.
But it was that very impact that made him realize this section of the shell wall was different. He quickly began to examine it, his expression growing more and more delighted.
"Found it!"
Mo Ling watched this scene, a little surprised.
'So it's really possible to influence history.'
And yet, it was as if history hadn't been influenced at all.
The feeling was extremely strange. It was clearly a result of Mo Ling's own actions, yet it felt as if it were fated. The sense of helpless predestination that Mo Ling had felt when rescuing people with Martin appeared in its heart once more.
This powerful sense of helplessness seemed to be stopping Mo Ling from interfering with history any further.
Watching the excited young man, Mo Ling sighed and hurried back to the fountain.
