For the time that followed, Lin Heng was unusually quiet. He stopped teasing the three of them and simply chatted and laughed with them, enjoying a moment of tenderness.
Though his mouth was still full of saucy remarks, it was clear that everyone else cherished this rare tranquility.
Yet that peace did not last long. Lin Heng had still been thinking of rewarding Senior Sister that night.
Who would have thought that, with a hum, a deep tremor came from the distant horizon?
It sounded like the tolling of some ancient bell, yet also like the resonance of the Great Dao.
Lin Heng abruptly raised his head, his brows tightly furrowed. "What was that sound?"
Duan Shuyun sensed something unusual as well. "It seems like an echo of the Great Dao. Someone is calling out."
"What a familiar power." Duan Shuyun stroked her chin in thought. When she came back to herself, she said uncertainly, "The Literary Path? It's the Literary Path..."
"What? Could something have happened on Jiang Zhao's side?" Without another word, Lin Heng rose to his feet and headed toward the source of the sound with Senior Sister.
The others followed at an unhurried pace, thinking to themselves: There was probably another spectacle to watch.
But none of them had expected that the spectacle would be their junior brother.
Following the sound with his group, Lin Heng flew over a hundred li before landing on a broad wasteland.
From afar, he saw five figures standing side by side. Dugu Gui, Dugu Qingyang, and the Taoist Nun stood in one row, followed by Jiang Zhao and Jiang Jingyi.
"What's going on? Why are the five of them all standing there in a neat row?"
"And they're all looking in my direction." Lin Heng's expression stiffened, his smile slowly