"How many times have you regressed, exactly? Could you at least tell me the specific number so I know what to expect?"
As Jormungandr's words fell, the already silent border wall became completely hushed.
"Eleven times," Lin Yue answered decisively.
Hearing that, Jormungandr hurriedly waved her hands. "No, no, not that number. I mean, how many times has our plan to hunt the Lamenter failed?"
As though waiting for something, she suddenly paused.
Lin Yue narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing something amiss. "Are you waiting for Chen Xi to give you an answer, or are you deliberately setting a trap for her?"
"Me, setting a trap for Miss Chen Xi?" Jormungandr smiled and pointed at herself.
"If that were the case, you'd be underestimating your partner far too much."
Lin Yue turned her head and gazed into the endless dark desert. "Actually, I'm more worried that she'll turn the tables on you."
Jormungandr followed her line of thought. "And then what? Wait until she realizes that time flows differently for the two of you?"
Lin Yue turned back to look at the flippant woman. "If you want to hear the answer, you'd better not do that."
"Can I take that as a threat?" Jormungandr teased.
"Whatever you want," Lin Yue replied casually.
"Fine, then I'll accept that threat and mind my boundaries when speaking with Miss Chen Xi."
Jormungandr spread her hands helplessly, then abruptly changed the subject. "So now, can Miss Lin Yue tell me the truth?"
"Eight times. I regressed alone eight times. Without exception, every single attempt failed."
Lin Yue's expression remained calm, as though she were talking about something utterly insignificant.
Jormungandr's previously flippant expression darkened as well.
"Why? Can you tell me?"
"No." Lin Yue refused decisively.
"The Information Lock restricts me. Besides, you'll know