"Little Ninth, Little Ninth!" He called her softly, but Beiting Huang did not respond. Chu Feng was afraid of disturbing her, so he only held her in his arms and did not say anything else.
Beiting Huang felt as if her divine sense had fallen into an endless dark abyss. Cold, dark, and boundless loneliness surrounded her. Only a voice sounded unhurriedly in her ears, coming from all directions in the darkness.
"Is anyone there?" Beiting Huang couldn't even see herself anymore. She called out, but there was no response. There was still only a muffled voice.
She tried to walk forward. It felt like she was walking in space. She was too small, and this space was too big.
She couldn't see anything.
