"Little Feng~"
The ethereal call sailed through his mind from the Blood Eye mask, sounding like a ghostly wail from the endless Netherworld, yet also like the faint celestial voice of a Goddess.
It reverberated both near and far, inexplicably causing Xia Feng's scalp to tingle. He instinctively threw the mask away.
"Thud—"
The mask, immune to consumption by the Blood Beast, fell silently to the ground. The Blood Eye on the mask flickered, adding an eerie atmosphere to the dim room.
"What the hell?" Xia Feng's heart filled with suspicion, the voice from the mask sounded eerily familiar. Was that... Sister Yi's voice?!
Hey, Sister Yi... who is she again? Clutching his forehead, Xia Feng furrowed his brows in deep thought before recalling the gentle smile of a girl from his memories, triggered when He Jianzhu had touched his forehead.
That girl seemed... to have always been with him since he was a naive child, relying on each other since childhood.
