A bead of blood appeared in Vivian's palm. The little girl crushed it gently and took a few steps back, looking around and waiting.
This was the communication token that Owl had given Vivian after agreeing to help her. She could summon him at any time.
He didn't let the little girl wait too long.
A blood mist soon condensed in front of Vivian, and then a familiar cold youth walked out of the blood mist.
Owl looked at the little girl opposite him and frowned.
How long had it been? He didn't expect Vivian to need his help so soon.
"What is it?" It was Owl's usual style to be concise and not say anything unnecessary.
He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression cold. Although he looked like he had returned to his original appearance of keeping strangers away, there was no perfunctory or impatient expression on his face.
In fact, from the speed at which Owl rushed over, it could be seen that he valued Vivian, or rather, his promise, very much.
