Li Zhuang?
Li Mo fell briefly into a daze. The memory of Li Zhuang had grown hazy, lingering only as far back as the journey to the Sub-Device Sect.
Tian Changwen gravely transmitted his thoughts: "Li Zhuang appeared in the Stove Land half a day ago with no warning, behaving very strangely."
"He walks the streets and alleys like a puppet, seemingly headed for the Creation Ancient Wood."
Li Mo's first instinct was that he might be the target. After all, his ties to Li Zhuang ran deep, but the open and bizarre nature of this situation made it unusual.
"What is Li Zhuang's current state?"
"Our people are keeping watch over him. His mouth has been sewn shut with thin thread, his Spiritual Wisdom seems dull, and for now, there are no discernible non-human traits."
"Thin thread?"
"Yes, I had someone examine it. It seems to be southern silk. It hardly qualifies as spiritual material; it's just mundane thread used in mortal weaving."
