Ji You raised her hand slightly covering her face, concentrating her spiritual power, probing into the Iron Plate, she softly comforted, "Xiao You, don't be anxious."
Inside her mind.
Xiao You could occasionally hear voices from the outside world but couldn't maintain long conversations with Ji You. She quietly replied, "Sister, I... When I hear her name, I just feel sad... I don't want to be anxious."
Ji You said, "There's no rush. We'll take it slow."
Obediently, Xiao You said, "Okay."
It was only a few short sentences, but Ji You's spiritual power was nearly depleted, so Xiao You quickly urged Ji You to end the conversation.
Being able to chat with her sister for a sentence or two every day, she was already very happy, so very happy.
Last night during their conversation, Xiao You learned that her sister's spiritual power was shackled and might never be able to improve.