The Vidyadhara Are All Completely Insane! (Continued)

"Contact her, quickly!"

Jing Yuan sat straight up in an instant.

He half hoped it was true, and even more that it wasn't.

If it really was Cheng Lingshuang, perhaps they could immediately know what kind of entity that was, one comparable to an Aeon. But at the same time, it also meant that Cheng Lingshuang and her group were likely facing unimaginable danger, the kind of danger that even the Xianzhou Alliance was powerless against.

Yan Qing hadn't fully grasped the situation and reacted a beat slow.

Yet Fu Xuan had already sent out a communication request the moment Jing Yuan reacted.

"Pick up quickly, Ling Shuang!"

"What am I doing? I'm mending clothes..."

"Mm, a little accident happened, but it's quite interesting. Right, my hairpin is gone, help me pick out two more..."

"Am I alright? What could possibly happen to me? Alright, I'll keep mending my clothes and we can chat when I get back..."

"Remember to take your medicine more often when I'm not around, that Mystic Eye of yours is a real pain..."

"Fine... Okay... Got it..."

Cheng Lingshuang hung up the phone, looked at her cell phone, and tilted her head in confusion.

Immediately after, she continued holding her needle and thread, repairing the outer garment that had been torn from battle.

Just a moment ago, she had been gripping a golden hairpin while her sword swept across the river of stars, yet at this moment she looked like a gentle and demure boudoir maiden, skillfully threading a needle and patching the garment as though it had never been torn at all.

Everyone wore subtle expressions, and Li Sushang hurriedly explained:

"My master is just like this. You guys don't know, but when she was living in seclusion she relied on weaving cloth