Hearing the voice of someone she cared about, she didn't cry from the injustice and fear, nor did she lose her head and blurt everything out—about the masked man, the Zither Ghost, or anything else. Their connection was fading in and out, and could be cut off at any moment. So after the initial ecstasy, she just repeatedly stated her location and the strange situation around her. 'Xiaoba is so smart, he's sure to figure it out.'
Sure enough, the telepathic link broke not long after, and she couldn't reconnect. She could only pray that Xiaoxue had heard her clearly. All she could do now was wait.
She so wished it would be Xiaoqi and Xiaoba who came for her. Even that unreliable sidekick of Bei Mingyuan's, Yan Huo, would be a welcome sight. But who would have thought that a fundamental truth of this world is: whatever you least want to see is exactly what will appear.
