"This is controllable, the main plate is in my hands, I should be able to control it."
"Little Ha, swallow the disc."
Fang Hao instructed.
However, after he had spoken, there was no response.
Fang Hao's heart sank, could something have happened to Little Ha?
"It can't be, this disc shouldn't possess any offensive power, it only has the power to bewilder and invert, perhaps Little Ha simply can't hear my voice."
He took a deep breath, Fang Hao stepped forward, but suddenly stopped.
In front of him was a well, a toad squatting on the ground, its lively eyes staring at a disc on the ground, quietly waiting for instructions, it seemed.
"Little Ha?"
Fang Hao called out softly but received no response.
He lifted his foot and gently kicked the toad, only to touch something not soft, but hard.
"Is it a stone? Or a discarded artifact?"
Fang Hao was shocked.
He shook his head, widened his eyes, and what he saw was clearly Little Ha.
"Why is this happening?"
