The noise finally quieted down around him. Zhu Haomiao gazed at the endless winding road, his vision gradually losing focus.
"Abe Waka... Waka..."
The continuous calls received no response. In the depths of his mind, it seemed as if a thick membrane was cutting off the connection with the [Master], only vaguely sensing that the other party was still alive.
"Tsk~"
As his thoughts shifted, Zhu Haomiao had no choice but to cast his will toward another blood-bound existence.
"Wilson."
"I'm here."
"What happened while I was in Deep Sleep?"
"My lord, within the limits of my intelligence gathering, nothing particularly significant has occurred."
"..."
Recalling that Wilson's intelligence network had only just begun to spread and had not yet touched the local high-ranking natives, Zhu Haomiao could only let out a helpless sigh.
Things were changing too fast; even Wilson couldn't keep track, let alone himself.
