Chu Mo sat motionless, a mournful aura emanating from his body. Even as the two women approached him, he made no move, and not even the slightest change appeared on his face.
Yue Qingcheng wanted to say something but was gently held back by Yiyi, who then shook her head at her.
Yiyi took Yue Qingcheng by the hand and sat down beside Chu Mo.
The stones here were all hot, but they were not as scorching as one might expect. The magma river flowed quietly, occasionally emitting a few sparks of firelight.
Yiyi and Yue Qingcheng just quietly sat there beside Chu Mo, not speaking.
After a long while, Chu Mo's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a soft voice, "I want to be alone here for a while, you two go ahead."
Yue Qingcheng pursed her lips, looking worriedly at Chu Mo before turning to Yiyi. Yiyi stood up crisply and said, "Alright, we'll wait for you outside. You can stay here as long as you like!"