Song Yunqi smiled faintly, looking out the window, his gaze cast toward the gates of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters.
"My junior sister should be back soon. Let's have lunch first."
Clang... clang... clang...
At that moment, a crisp ringing of bells suddenly echoed in the office.
Song Yunqi instinctively looked down, seeing a purple copper bell at his waist ringing involuntarily. Immediately, an urgent call sounded in his ear.
"Senior brother, save me..."
"Junior sister!?"
Song Yunqi's face changed dramatically, even the ever composed Ji Haisan abruptly opened his eyes.
However, in an instant, the voice quietly disappeared. At the same time, a slight connection was completely severed, like clouds dispersing, like a rainbow fading.
"Junior sister... is dead!?"
Song Yunqi's eyes widened, filled with deep disbelief.
Beside him, Lou Hechuan was even more puzzled.
