Number Five's patience was even worse than Wang Jixuan had expected.
It had only been a short while, yet she had already been unable to hold back and come looking for him.
During cooperation between two sides, whoever spoke first was at a disadvantage. It could be said that Wang Jixuan had already seized the initiative.
The girl said softly, "Um, well... my lady wants you to come over and talk about some matters of personal connections."
Wang Jixuan looked troubled.
He could sense that the girl possessed a strange spiritual resonance. Number Five was clearly watching through her.
He still had to put on an act. That was the minimum respect he could show Number Five.
Daoist Wang cleared his throat and seriously declined. "I really can't get away right now. I just finished a meeting, and I still need to forge battle puppets afterward... How about this? If the Fifth Spiritual Practitioner needs anything, just tell me directly. I'll definitely do everything I can to meet it."
"Ah, um..."
The girl's lips moved. In the end, she was simply too soft-hearted, and she said quietly:
"Then... could I write a letter home? My parents don't know I'm still alive. I want to write to them and let them know I'm safe."
Wang Jixuan asked strangely, "Your family doesn't know you're alive?"
"Yes," the girl said softly. "I originally had a terminal illness and only had a few months left to live. My father pulled some strings and sent me to Snow Mountain Base. They said that if I was converted into a Psionicist, I might recover my health. But I seemed to get worse at the time... Then they placed me before my lady's stone slab, and my lady healed me..."
Daoist Wang asked curiously, "Does your family