"How is this possible?!" Qing Zhi shrieked in disbelief at the protective shield around Rong Lan. Hatred welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.
"Alright, I'll give you one last lesson today, little sister." Rong Lan felt confident again. The spiritual energy in the protective shield was enough for her to fight three hundred rounds. "Let's name this last lesson 'Trust Your Friends'."
The moment her voice faded, she blurred into motion and teleported in front of Qing Zhi. A blade formed by condensed spiritual energy swung down with great force.
In that pitch - black place, Si Mo clapped his hands. "Well, I've sent a protective shield to the little fox remotely. With the little fox's ability, she should be able to kill Qing Zhi before the shield expires."
He looked up at the two people standing hand in hand in front of him. "Now, I can play with you two."
The two seemed not to know how to respond and stood there, stunned.
"I don't know if this spell can be self - learned and self - repaired. Now, I'll tell you where you went wrong, and then you can start over. Seriously, if you want to imitate my parents, you should put in more effort. You couldn't even answer my first question." Si Mo took half a step forward, and the white light circle under his feet moved forward accordingly.
"My father is rather introverted and sparing of words. So when they appear together, it must be my mother who calls my name." Si Mo explained patiently to the two impostors. "Also, when I asked you about the origin of my name, remember that 'Si Mo' is a homophone. 'Si' means 'missing', and 'Mo' was a former alias of my father. This name represents love."
"Remember? If you do, let's start over!" Si Mo clapped his hands, and the two people in front of him turned into a handful of sand and were blown away.
The second time, their entrance was exactly the same as the first. They walked from the distant darkness, their feet stepping on the same white light circles as his.
As soon as they opened their mouths to call his name, Si Mo shook his head and shouted to stop. "Wrong! My father doesn't like to smile, but my mother does. I'm one of my mother's precious cubs. Every time my mother sees me, she'll smile happily. So you should smile too."
"Start over!"
The third time...
The fourth time...
Si Mo endured until the eighth time, and his patience vanished.
He frowned coldly and sneered. "I thought this spell was so advanced, but it can't even imitate my parents well." He had hoped to satisfy his longing for his parents through this, but it turned out to be unreliable. Even after he had taught them so many times, the imitations still didn't resemble his parents.
He circulated the spiritual energy in his body, trying to break the formation.
At that moment, a gentle breeze blew, and a hand seemed to gently stroke his head.
He was stunned, and he withdrew his spiritual energy. He scanned the surroundings, but there was clearly only himself there, yet that feeling...
He hesitated, hardly daring to believe it. "Mother?"
"Ah, I was still discovered." A clear voice with a gentle smile came from the distant void.
After confirming the voice, it was indeed his long - lost mother. Si Mo was overjoyed, and a smile spread across his eyebrows. He couldn't wait to ask, "Mother, are you here to find me?"
"No." The voice answered without hesitation.
Si Mo: "???"
No? The smile on his face disappeared instantly.
"Mother isn't here to find me? Then what are you doing in this world? Don't tell me you haven't noticed that I haven't been home for a long time." The person who was always calm and in control in front of others had now turned into a wronged child.
"Ahem."
Si Mo could clearly hear how guilty his mother sounded when she coughed twice.
"This is a long story. Many, many years ago, I made a failed magical tool. During that time, there were always spatial rifts in our world. The magical tool was sucked into a spatial rift, and I don't know where it ended up..."
Just as this seemingly very long story had only just begun, Si Mo guessed the ending. "The magical tool you made was picked up by that bad fox Qing Zhi, right?"
"I don't know this Qing Zhi you're talking about. Let me finish first. The function of this magical tool is to interfere with magic formations. You can secretly tamper with the magic formations set up by others, but it can only be used three times."
Si Mo finally understood why his magic formation had gone wrong. In theory, as long as he was within the range of his own magic formation, Qing Zhi shouldn't have been able to play dirty tricks on him, but he had been dragged into this mysterious barrier.
It turned out that he had been unknowingly tricked by the magical tool made by his own mother.
"Now this magical tool has been used twice. The first time it was used was not in this world, but in a world with richer spiritual energy. Sensing the divine power fluctuations caused by the use of the magical tool, I immediately sent a wisp of my soul to that world, hoping to snatch the magical tool back. But during the fight with the person who had the magical tool, I accidentally tore open a spatial rift, and that person ran away with the magical tool."
Si Mo slapped his forehead. Well, now he also understood why Qing Zhi had appeared in this world. It turned out that she had escaped through the spatial rift torn open by his mother.
"Just now, I sensed the divine power fluctuations indicating that the magical tool was being used again, so I sent a tiny wisp of my soul here to check the situation..." Finding her precious son in this world was purely an accident. She had just thought it was strange that she had sensed such a familiar soul.
Si Mo sighed. "How about I help mother destroy that magical tool?"
"Sure!" The voice replied cheerfully.
"Okay. By the way, mother, could you give me some pocket money? I want to stay in this world for a while, but I didn't bring any money when I left home." Si Mo blushed slightly after saying this.
This was the first time in his three - thousand - year life that he had actively asked an elder for pocket money.
"Of course."
As soon as the voice fell, three gold bars as long as his palm appeared in front of Si Mo.
"Considering that the currency in our world can't be used here, I'll just give you something that can be exchanged for money."
Si Mo reached out and took the gold bars, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you, mother."
He was quite lucky. Besides hearing his mother's voice today, he had also successfully gotten some pocket money.
"Alright, although this is just a tiny wisp of my soul, it's still a form of illegal entry into this world. I can't stay for long."
Another gentle breeze blew. Even though he couldn't see anyone, Si Mo still felt his head being gently rubbed again.
"I'm going back. Remember to come home after playing in this world for a few hundred years. We'll all miss you."
"Okay." He thought he wouldn't be able to play for a few hundred years. Staying in this world for fifty years would be good enough.