"You're leaving?"
"Yes, we want to see the outside world." The little person replied, "The Chali Race has been on this island for far, far too long."
There was a hint of melancholy in his voice.
Mo Ling froze for a moment, then instantly understood his thoughts.
Ever since Bai Zhou came to this island, the minds of the Chali Race were no longer closed off. They yearned for the world beyond the island and wanted to know if the things Bai Zhou told them were true.
But they had been forcefully trapped on the island, fighting against the schools of fish for twenty-two hundred years.
"This island is too small. There are some things we can only imagine. I want to see more beautiful scenery, too," the little person said wistfully. "Snow-white mountains, lakes so vast you can't see the other side, deserts of endless sand..."
The more they knew, the stronger their desire for knowledge grew. It was the same for the Chali Race.
