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"pers around him. Otherwise, how could he possibly kill so many people on his own"And that helper must be a powerful ghost cultivator.This actually coincides with Song Zhu's previous concerns, and for...