Under the starry dome, Batty controlled his excited emotions, as the world outside the mist was too overwhelming for him.
"No need to be so polite, Mr. Leo. The wooden fish is ready, have a look." With that, Li Xin took out the wooden fish and the small wooden mallet. "You just need to strike it like this."
Li Xin mimicked what he had seen before, raising his left hand, striking with his right, and a rhythmic dong dong dong sound echoed through the Round Table Conference.
After a while, seeing no reaction from Mr. Leo, he stopped, "Mr. Leo, Mr. Leo?"
At this moment, Batty's heart was like a stormy sea. Initially, he did not think this oddly shaped instrument would have any effect; after all, people in Divpo City had tried countless methods over centuries to combat the whispers.
But at the moment the wooden fish sounded, his soul seemed to resonate with it, an indescribable calm filled his heart, as if he felt the light of redemption.
