As Bai Lingmiao, clutching the drum, constantly tried to calm her nervous heart,
Second God had already silently appeared behind her, quietly observing the distant door that was bolted shut.
"I know I can't always rely on Brother Li, I don't want to depend on him, stop talking about it," Bai Lingmiao complained softly.
"I understand, so please stop talking, okay? Besides, he has nothing to do with you."
No sooner had Bai Lingmiao uttered these words than Second God's sharp nails touched her neck.
"You know it does matter..."
Hearing this, Bai Lingmiao's face turned even uglier, and she said nothing more.
When the hall became quiet again, Bai Lingmiao grew anxious and, trying to make conversation, asked, "What will the Immortal Sects do to me if I don't help them?"
"It's not that I don't want to help them, I'm just saying that sometimes I might not have the time or be able to make the effort."
