As Mu Qingtong shouted, Xia Feng's eyes cleared, and he suddenly became sober!
"Hm?" The faint sound of a woman inside his head exclaimed in surprise, "A woman's voice? Little Feng, who is she?"
Xia Feng's eyelids twitched, realizing he had been careless; he hadn't expected Sister Yi to be able to exercise spiritual control directly through sound, regardless of distance.
If it hadn't been for Mu Qingtong, he might have really dropped the ball.
"Gong Changyi, what do you mean by this?" Xia Feng asked in a displeased tone.
"Oh, don't be mad, Little Feng. Sister was just teasing you~"
"Haha~" Xia Feng couldn't be bothered to engage further, casually tossing aside the Blood Eye Mask, breaking the connection.
"Little Feng~ Little Feng?"
"Hm? Are you still there?"
"Hey— where are you!"
"Ran off again...."
"Tsk~"
*
"Just now, thanks." Xia Feng looked up at the woman in the black dress, his tone serious.
