"Mr. World Mind?" The person on the other end was clearly quite surprised, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
"It was me who dialed his number." Honglian leaned over and said, "I'm right beside him, so you don't have to worry about him stealing my phone."
"—Forget it. If you don't make an appointment by email, I won't answer your calls next time."
Abigail practically forced out that "forget it" through gritted teeth.
"Have you returned to headquarters already?" Chen Xuan asked.
"Not yet. I'm on the ship back to Gu Island. But this is an agency vessel, so it's better to be cautious. I just found somewhere quiet. You can say what you need to say now."
She was actually traveling by ship?
He had assumed she would take a private jet back.
"It's like this—I need you to help me restore something." He also moved to a corner of the Ability Store and lowered his voice. "Your ability can return an object to its previous state, right?"
"It does have that effect, but it doesn't work on every object."
"For example?"
"Living people, animals, Artifacts—" She began listing them one by one.
"Uh, got it. What I need repaired doesn't belong to any of those categories." Chen Xuan cut her off.
"Really?" Abigail neither confirmed nor denied it. "Something even Mr. World Mind can't restore—I imagine it must be quite extraordinary."
"It is extraordinary, but it's still an ordinary item." He wasn't lying. The spacecraft looked advanced, but it was fundamentally still an industrial product, no different in essence from a phone or a car.
"Stop speaking in riddles. What is it, exactly?"
"It's hard to explain over the phone. You'll have to come here to find out."
Abigail fell silent for a moment. "I hope you're