"Where are we going?" Li Huowang asked. Shackled in handcuffs and leg irons, he followed Yi Donglai down a brightly lit corridor, flanked by attendants.
Yi Donglai answered without looking back, "A good place. You'll know when you get there."
Some time had passed since his admission, and Li Huowang's messy hair had grown long enough to almost cover his eyes.
Peeking through his bangs, Li Huowang secretly eyed the back of Yi Donglai's head. What kind of Fate Commander could this guy be?
He should be a Fate Commander on our side, right? But if he really is, why didn't he help me escape?
As Li Huowang's mind raced with wild guesses, they stopped in front of a therapy room. The attendants stood guard at the door as Li Huowang followed Yi Donglai inside.
The place was very simple. Aside from a few chairs, a sand tray, and a cabinet full of various small, miscellaneous items, there was nothing else.
Wait, a sand tray?
