Hong Dali was a person who valued his relationship with others. His family and friends were still waiting for him there, but he couldn't return to them now…
"Do you hate me? Do you want to go back?" The Goddess of Wisdom could hear the dismay in Hong Dali's words. She didn't know why, but she felt a slight pain in her heart. This wasn't to say that she had feelings for him, just that she felt that she couldn't bring herself to dislike this young man. She muttered, "In your original world, you lived very freely. But here, you can't do anything, not even leaving the top of this mountain. Are you very disappointed?"
"That's right, I'm very disappointed." Hong Dali smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "Actually, coming to this place is still fine. The crucial thing is that we can't go down, so we're unable to know what this place is. As a result, there's no way of restoring your godly power. This is really depressing, isn't it?"
