Two weeks later.
Wei Tianyang took a walk in Felda National Park with his deceased mother. According to the season, it had been autumn for a while, but the temperature was still scorching hot, even soaring to 35 degrees at noon.
His mother, being deceased, did not fear high temperatures. Over the years, Wei Tianyang's body had also become less and less human-like; neither extreme high nor low temperatures could change the temperature of his skin surface, let alone make him sweat. His own body temperature had long exceeded 90 degrees, but he controlled it so that the heat did not pass through his skin.
To outsiders, this strange man from Yin Country appeared odd, as he was alone yet laughing and talking, sometimes gazing into the air as if listening, and at other times pointing to a landscape and speaking to thin air.
Wei Tianyang and his mother stopped by a stone bridge to rest and talked about the past twenty years. Passersby gave him strange looks.
