Zhao Xintong was certain she had heard this voice before. Everyone's voice had a different timbre, like a fingerprint—there might be similar ones, but never identical ones.
But she could not remember where she had heard it. After thinking it over, she decided that the owner of the voice was someone she was not familiar with, yet someone who held some special significance to her. That was why she had remembered it.
Someone unfamiliar, yet significant... who could it be?
Just as Zhao Xintong furrowed her delicate brows in confusion, she heard the man say blandly:
"Spirit Realm ID Zhao Xintong, real name Zhao Xintong, fourteen years old, attends White Wax City No. 3 Middle School... Heh, still a minor. Youth is wonderful. Unlike me, a pitiful person who's fallen apart."
Fallen apart?! Zhao Xintong's eyes widened at once, and realization struck her in an instant.
She knew who this interrogator was.
Yuanshi Tianzun of the Songhai Branch!
That poor fellow whom everyone occasionally discussed in their little group chat. He had brought the team members seeking redemption encouragement like a shot in the arm. Whenever everyone felt that life was too bitter and the world too ugly, they would think of Yuanshi Tianzun and encourage one another in the group chat:
"If Yuanshi Tianzun can keep living bravely, what right do we have to be negative?!"
He came to save me? Can he save me? A spark of life appeared in Zhao Xintong's weary eyes.
"You're very lucky. The student you pushed downstairs isn't in mortal danger, nor is she paralyzed. But her leg bones, pelvis, and ribs were fractured, and she suffered internal bleeding. She only just came out of the ICU." Zhang Yuanqing resumed his low, hoarse voice. "If she had died, even though you're a minor,