Hearing the sound of laughter, Yang Ze immediately turned around, hoping to find the source of the sound, but to his dismay, he couldn't. The sound seemed to be coming from all around him. It was impossible for him to simply pinpoint a location.
"Where are the children?" Yang Ze had no time to play games with the old man, so he simply asked in a cold voice.
But what he received in response was an even wilder laughter than before.
"Hahahahahahahhaa."
"Now I understand." The old man's laughter came to an abrupt end as his voice echoed throughout the cave.
"It was a mental technique."
"Earlier, I was confused as to where you keep taking out the items from and why they disintegrated upon coming in contact with the black fog."
"But now…" Yang Ze could clearly hear the mockery in the old man's voice.
"Now everything makes sense."
"And there is only one technique that lets one do this."
