The cotton that had been stuffed in his ears for a long time was yanked out, and with a buzzing sound, all kinds of noises took over Li Huowang's ears.
The talking from the next room, the shouting from outside the window, and even his own heartbeat were all incredibly clear and loud.
Li Huowang painfully closed his eyes and endured the struggle to distinguish among the sounds. Finally, after the time it takes an incense stick to burn, he managed to hear Black Taisui's distinctive, intermittent voice amid the cacophony.
"I'm talking to you! Can you hear me?!" Amidst the noisy background, Li Huowang strained his throat and yelled loudly.
Soon, Black Taisui responded—not with terrifying whispers or various dark and strange languages but with simple words that seemed not exactly related.
"Mouth...Sky...Mist..."
"What on earth are you saying? Can't you understand me? If I die, you won't survive either! Let's talk!!"
