"What?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback. Mu Daxian had just muttered something that sounded like birdsong. Apart from the strange pronunciation, he hadn't understood a single word, something about "Great Forest," something like "she compared it to mom's..."
Lin Yi was equally shocked.
Compared to Mao Feiyang, who knew nothing, Lin Yi felt a formidable power seeping through the void when he heard this phrase. It fell on him and Mao Feiyang like a glass dome, severing his blind, foolish curiosity toward the Conceptual level sculpture.
"This, this language...?!"
Lin Yi's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his pupils violently fluctuated, these obscure syllables, the bizarre rhythms, he had heard it several times when he drifted into a dazed state, from beyond the ocean!
And also heard them from the mouths of the Heretical Choir!