'Someone is praying?'
Zhou Chen immediately perked up. He closed his eyes, and his consciousness ascended to the Round Table Hall. The sound of the Prayer became clearer, echoing in his ears again and again.
He extended his consciousness along the Soul Link, descending into the real World.
The scene was a somewhat dilapidated room. The one praying was a foreign woman in her thirties, sitting cross-legged on a wooden plank bed. She had black hair and some freckles on her face. Despite being an Ascender, her skin wasn't in great condition. It seemed weather-beaten, as if she didn't pay much attention to skincare. In contrast, her fingers were long, slender, and free of calluses, clearly having been meticulously cared for.
On the bed also lay a small, sallow, and emaciated girl, who was asleep.
'Number Thirteen...' Zhou Chen wasn't too surprised. He had already expected this.
