In the cave where the well Long Haoran was led to, the nymphs was kneeling facing the direction where Shillo was initially standing.
They watched the thousands of water bubbles slipped from the hole the cave ceiling and flew into the horizon reflecting the orange and red hue from the glowing sea of lava. They were like little lanterns carrying someone's dear wishes to the Heavens.
The nymphs opened their mouths and sang a mournful tune as the bubbles burst one by one never to reach the end.
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A head-splitting headache strike Long Haoran's head. He could hear whispers buzzing in his ears and someone touching his face and his clothes.
"He doesn't look like a Halfling or nymph. What is he?"
"Look what he's wearing. It looks so soft, cool to touch and comfortable too. He must be from a rich clan. Is there another specie living nearby?"
"Weird, if his clan is nearby, why haven't we heard or seen them?"
