"Sob... sob... sob..."
Beneath the massive Ancient Divine Insect Corpse, the gray-clothed boy's ceaseless sobs echoed.
He whimpered and sobbed, his cries wretched and pitiful.
Even as he cried, his tongue was relentlessly scouring the inside of his mouth. It was as if he wanted to scrape his own cheeks raw, just to find any lingering trace of sweetness.
He had already devoured the fragrant, sweet mung bean cake.
He had wolfed it down in a frenzy, completely outside his own control, only to be consumed by regret the moment he finished.
'What was that? What in the world *was* that?'
The gray-clothed boy, who had never tasted anything sweet—who didn't even know what "sweet" meant—felt the most powerful, most violent shock of his life.
The Heaven and Earth Scale materialized, and Song Ciwan received another flood of emotions from the gray-clothed boy.
