"Did I ruin your plan?"
The Mother of the Marsh thought Lu Li was doing it on purpose.
"No, you saved me."
If the Mother of the Marsh hadn't descended, he would have already become a pile of fertilizer.
Stepping away from the range covered by the umbrella mushrooms and slime, Lu Li observed the eerie creature whose consciousness had been hijacked: "Its delirium affected me."
The eerie, illusion-manipulating entities are always difficult to deal with, like spirits with assorted bizarre rituals.
The vivid, sinister red and black spots resembled warts covering the mushroom cap; it was fortunate the slime wasn't toxic, otherwise, even the Mother of the Marsh would not have had time to save Lu Li.
"Delirium? I have not sensed any power from its grotesque form..."
Lu Li frowned and once again observed the umbrella fungi: "Can you gather its memory... perceive the form of its power?"
"If you require it, I can uncover its memories... its feeble power won't lead me astray."
