Chu Mu's spiritual strength was almost depleted, and for safety reasons, he dared not wander around. After finding a tree hole, he hid inside it.
In a fortunate turn of events, just as Chu Mu found this small dwelling, a fine rain had started to fall on the island, wetting the entire jungle.
The tree hole was probably left by some climbing creature. A little dry grass was inside. Chu Mu sat in the tree hole with Mo Ye in his arms, and from this position, he could see the sky of the island that was always obscured by fog.
The Prison Island's visibility was very narrow. The overcast skies compounded the feeling of depression. As he watched the dim jungle and the sky curtain, Chu Mu gradually started to space out.
His thoughts began to drift with the misty rain; images of the past couldn't help but emerge in his mind, his expression becoming gradually melancholic...
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