"Grace."
This time, he raised his voice.
[I'm here.]
A faint voice echoed deep in Lin Xian's mind, as if wrapped in ten layers of cotton cloth. It wasn't Grace's tone problem; rather, the voice, or this connection, was shrouded by a thick mist.
Lin Xian felt a jolt upon hearing Grace's voice, but he felt no joy and asked directly,
"Can you contact Chu Yan?"
[Miss Chu Yan tried to contact you through consciousness link 13 minutes ago. The Phoenix Society has an important message to convey to you.]
"What message?"
