That tone.
That choice of words.
The scene fell silent for a second.
Then Xia Zhiqiu sprang up and shouted with joy.
"It's A'Su! That's A'Su's voice! He's alive! He made it! I was scared to death—waah! Hahaha!"
Zhang Xuan froze, then caught on. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"That little punk... He scared us to death! 'Everyone,' 'random scroll'—does he think he's playing Glory?!"
A relieved smile broke through Wu Haoyang's tense expression.
"Thank goodness. Looks like Brother Long really is all right."
But then he paused.
"A'Su?"
Who was A'Su?
Wasn't Brother Long's name Long Aotian?
Xia Zhiqiu, who had been bouncing with excitement a moment ago: ...
"Uh... A'Su is actually a nickname I gave Brother Long. Don't you think he's so dazzling when he fights that he makes your knees go weak?!"
Xia Zhiqiu scrambled to cover for himself.
Wu Haoyang nodded in agreement. "That does suit Brother Long. You two must be close."
Close enough to give each other nicknames.
Long Aotian was such a Prodigy, yet he had willingly slowed down to bring these people along... Brother Long truly valued loyalty and friendship, and these people clearly meant a great deal to him.
After the rush of joy and confusion, everyone finally relaxed. They wasted no more time and withdrew at once.
They didn't know what Su Ye had done, but if he said they would regroup later, he would make it happen.
That was trust.
Meanwhile, Su Ye was witnessing something far more staggering than any of them imagined.
No sooner had he sent his message than violet-white lightning enveloped him. His vision lurched, and he was drawn into a strange space beyond description.
There was no up, down, left, or right, and no sense of time passing. Only