Tears welled up in Li Meirong's eyes instead, acting as some sort of substitute to Ben Mo's turbulent emotions, but she held herself back from letting them spill. She didn't feel like it was her place to cry. She kept her fingers on the Mushroom Spirit's head, trying to comfort him through the painful recollection.
Ben Mo said, 'Good things never last, however. My senior disciple under the same Grandmaster, she, one day, she… took me out, to this very place. She took me here and used me in a way I dare not mention. She stole my powers, used them as her own. She murdered me. Afterwards, my ghost was left wandering, anguished, vengeful. I'm not certain what had happened, but at a specific point, all I could recall was waking up inside your dimension. I only wished to grow stronger, not sure as to the reason why. It was as if an invisible purpose drove my thirst for power.'
