"Call her?"
Guan Ya frowned slightly. Though they were cousins by blood, she seemed highly resistant to contacting that demigod.
She studied her boyfriend's expression, her heart sinking slightly. "What happened?"
"Fu Qingyang and two elders set a trap to hunt down the Pure Yang Sect Leader and Dark Night Rose. They still haven't returned—it's been an entire night. That's not normal. The Female Marshal is in Songhai," Zhang Yuanqing said rapidly.
Guan Ya also realized the severity of the situation.
To Spirit Realm Walkers, demigods possessed overwhelming power. What kind of battle could keep her cousin occupied for an entire night?
She immediately pulled out her phone from her pocket, unlocked it, opened her contacts, found Fu Qingxuan's name, and dialed.
"Beep, beep, beep~"
The phone rang for a long time before the other end finally picked up.
Zhang Yuanqing heard a woman's rich, distinctive voice.
"You rarely call me. What is it?"
Her voice was neither soft nor seductive. It had the crisp texture of ice striking ice, along with a faint, imposing authority.
Just from hearing her voice, he pictured an empress in a dragon robe, reigning over the world.
Guan Ya took a deep breath and said quietly:
"Big Sis, Fu Qingyang hasn't returned."
"Something happened to him." The voice on the other end turned cold. "He was probably dragged into a pocket dimension by Dark Night Rose. I spent the whole night searching Gold Mountain City and used a tracking item. I can only confirm that he's still in Gold Mountain City, but I can't pinpoint his location. For my little brother to hold out all night without returning to the Spirit Realm, that piece of garbage does have some skill."
Has Fu Qingyang really carried Garbage Theory forward? Zhang Yuanqing grumbled inwardly.
Guan Ya