Just as she was thinking that, there was another BANG.
The Lyre Ghost's latest attack finally found purchase. Her ten long, sharp fingernails were now embedded deep within the invisible barrier.
A continuous cracking sound followed. Evidently, the barrier was about to shatter.
Xin Huohuo's eyes flew open. She shot to her feet, standing ramrod straight. Her stubborn pride wouldn't allow her to cower and cry, losing face in front of the masked man.
"Huo'er, don't stand up so fast after sitting for a while. You'll get a head rush," a lazy voice drawled.
Xin Huohuo almost burst into tears of joy.
She knew that voice all too well. Without even turning, she knew it was Bai Qi—the one who tried to act like a roguish immortal and constantly spouted nonsense, but was actually upright and kind; the one who always seemed unreliable, but would never let you down when it counted; the one who acted like he didn't care about anything, but was warm and gentle on the inside. Yes, it was him!
