After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient". Where did this hatred come from Could it be because of Chu Shen But if it were an illusion, it didn't seem quite right either.Just as he was pondering, a voice from Jiuyan rang out in front of him:...