Wang Shu grumbled a couple of words in a neither-light-nor-heavy tone, then continued walking around, busy with his work.
He felt he was drawing ever closer to the Devil Race's schemes.
Ling Xiaoxiao, meanwhile, had never imagined Wang Shu would let her off so easily.
Surprise and relief flashed in her eyes.
Ling Xiaoxiao nodded quickly and replied, "Don't worry, Wang Shu. I promise there won't be a next time."
"But why do I feel like my connection with Bi Fan is growing more and more distant?"
"Wang Shu, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Ling Xiaoxiao voiced the feeling in her heart, looking troubled.
That had also been one of the reasons she'd gotten so anxious and acted earlier.
Wang Shu had brought her here and led her all over the place.
They'd wandered around for ages, clearing out who knew how many Devil Race members hidden in the shadows.
Ling Xiaoxiao could tolerate all that aimless wandering.
What she couldn't stand was that the faint connection in her heart with Bi Fan seemed to grow weaker and weaker as time passed.
By now, there were times when Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't even sense Bi Fan's existence.
After Ling Xiaoxiao finished speaking, Wang Shu—who'd worn a steady, serious expression—looked as if he'd secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He nodded with his hands behind his back.
With an air far beyond his years, Wang Shu said, "If that's what you're sensing, Little Miss, then I can be certain Brother Bi Fan is nearby."
As he spoke, Wang Shu raised his head and turned his gaze toward Ling Xiaoxiao.
Looking at her, Wang Shu continued, "Little Miss, have you forgotten what I told you on the way here?"
"The Devil Race has many formations, including sensory formations."
"Formations connected to sensory