Making his way through the briar thickets, Ling muttered softly to himself.

"First they poison the ground, and then they ask God to help.. Ugh!"

The man was holding a lamp in his hands, looking at his feet. After a few minutes of walking, he noticed a faint glow.

In the grass not far from the flattering lake lay a fragile figure covered with slime.

"Have people chosen a new God? Hah.."

Ling in a quiet sigh bent down and shook the person by the shoulder.