“Homeland?” Zuo Mo stilled. Place of birth, this phrase was very unfamiliar to him.
“Yes. I hope that we can meet again in the future,” the strange corpse said calmly, “my name is Shi.”
It really was a strange name. Zuo Mo shook his head inside and shook off the thread of melancholy that had formed. He hung a bright smile on his face. “Thank you, without you, I wouldn’t have had the ability to gather those things.”