Leng Yaozhu's expression turned grave for a moment. She looked around but found nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet the Jade Stone Mirror that had suddenly appeared in her hand told her that the voice she had heard in her mind just now was not fake.
"Hmm?"
"Chat Group?"
"A communication Soul Tool?"
Leng Yaozhu sat down on the bed and curiously examined the Jade Stone Mirror in her hand.
The first thing she saw after opening the Group Chat was:
"Su Yan withdrew a message."
Su Yan?
Leng Yaozhu's brain raced. She didn't seem to have ever heard that name before!
"Su Yan: Hello, everyone in the group! It is a rare fate that we have gathered in this group."
"Su Yan: I believe this fate was arranged by heaven. We will become close friends, and on every lonely night, this place will be a harbor for our souls."
A string of question marks appeared in Leng Yaozhu's mind. Her intuition told her that this Su Yan was probably a man.
A man.
And he was saying this kind of flirty midnight nonsense here?
But soon, Leng Yaozhu's brain began to overload.
Bibi Dong?
The Martial Soul Hall Pope?
What?
Leng Yaozhu was completely numb.
Was this the Martial Soul Hall Pope Bibi Dong she was thinking of?
Leng Yaozhu felt mentally exhausted. If she had not held such a high position, she would never have heard of Spirit Hall or Pope Bibi Dong.
That was an antique from who knew how many ten-thousands of years ago. How could anyone still remember her and make a communication Soul Tool to impersonate her?
Leng Yaozhu continued reading the Group Chat, and she was even more shocked...
[Yu Luosha: Are you getting worked up?]
[Yu Luosha: Look at you, getting worked