Song Shuhang asked, "Sister White Dragon, can you sense Sixteen's position?"
"I'll try." Sister White Dragon closed her eyes and searched for a while. Then, she shook her head and said, "Garre Holy Mountain is worthy of its fame. I can only vaguely perceive the aura of my and Sixteen's other half. When I try to pinpoint them, the specific coordinates seem as if they're changing every moment."
In Sister White Dragon's field of vision, Garre Holy Mountain was composed of countless small spaces, and the position of these small spaces was ever-changing.
Because the frequency at which the spaces were moving was too fast, she would lose track of Sixteen right after locking onto her aura.
"It is indeed an interesting place," Senior White praised.
Senior White's interest was piqued.
Song Shuhang laughed and said, "Senior White, which cabin should we choose?"
