"This is just like being in a dream,"
Carl remarked.
The professional hall NPCs, who were soul bodies themselves, felt even more empathetic.
Whether it was the sky or the ground, or that huge oak tree, all had an unreal quality to them.
"Is that the Desecration River?"
Dylan asked.
"No, that's much cleaner than the Desecration River," Lloyd explained.
Dylan looked at this ancestor who was only one generation younger than the old man and twitched the corners of his mouth a few times.
Why is this person even talking to me proactively...
"You are Dylan Gittler?" Lloyd asked.
"I am," Dylan said expressionlessly.
Lloyd, "No wonder you look so much like my son when you pull such a long face..."
Dylan tugged at the corner of his mouth, "...Aren't you going to see the old man?"
Lloyd shook his head, "Before I regain more memory, I don't plan to see him... I always feel that I have done something wrong to him, but I can't remember what."
