"Visible Song," "Crowd of Suffering," "Headless Spirit," and other Twisted Knowledge flowed towards Lu Li like dim, light veils. Whispers from the Inner World murmured, polluting the depths of his heart.
Keg Flay exercised restraint, knowing that continuous acquisition of Twisted Knowledge could more easily twist the spirit and the Sanity Value.
However, Lu Li recovered faster than expected. The comprehensive boost from the "Doomsday Apocalypse" endowed him with attributes surpassing all others. The murmuring whispers, like water from no source, gradually faded away.
"Is it my turn to tell a story now?" Rhode, tired from leaning against the warm rock, lifted his eyelids and said.
Marvelin poured himself a glass of rum, the shadow of the dark gold liquor casting upon the rocks, "I hope you can tell a good story to conclude the gathering."
The night was becoming increasingly dangerous; the last gathering had ended at nine in the evening, but now it had to be moved up to eight.
