But to Mo Xie's disappointment, it wasn't what he had expected, it's a surge of thick spiritual energy, it's coming from within the center of the ruins.
Mo Xie strode himself through the ruins directly at the center of it all, there, he couldn't believe what he's seeing, a finely kept table, on top of it, a gaming board: "Is that..."
Mo Xie frowns, he's slightly speechless, because, at the table with two chairs, one of them is actually occupied with something that looked ethereal, a floating white and red light with the figure of an old man.
When Mo Xie came closer, the ethereal figure smiled: "It had been so long since I've seen a human, come, sit and have a chat with me."
Unlike its figure, its voice seemed normal, Mo Xie didn't even think as he walked and sat at the other end of the table: "What is it?"
