"Demon Eye and the others have demigods backing them. They couldn't have gone missing for no reason. They probably ran into danger—we need to support them as soon as possible." Whenever Xiahou Aotian needed to be reliable, he was always reliable. He immediately realized something was wrong.
Deng Jingguo immediately said, "Contact the president."
Zhang Yuanqing did not have his phone on him, so Sofia contacted the president instead. However, the voice prompt said: The number you have dialed is outside the service area.
Her heart sank. This meant that the president had most likely been drawn into a conflict between demigods.
Sofia and Deng Jingguo looked grim and helpless, but they noticed Xiahou Aotian calmly watching their leader, as though he was certain Zhang Yuanqing had a way to handle this.
Unhurried, Zhang Yuanqing opened his Inventory and took out a small lock of lustrous hair. It was Little Round's hair. A qualified Star Official always had backup measures.
Then, he summoned two dim red glimmers.
The red light transformed into a pair of brand-new dancing shoes, cheerfully stepping along the ridge between the fields. After two dull thuds, they noticeably lagged, seemingly realizing that something felt wrong beneath their soles.
Thud thud thud!
The Red Dancing Shoes kept stomping on the ridge. Zhang Yuanqing sensed their "irritation"; they could not wait to leave this place.
Without the click-clack of dance steps, there was no soul.
Don't rush, don't rush. We're leaving right away! Zhang Yuanqing stuffed Little Round's hair into the shoes.
The Red Dancing Shoes settled down and stopped on the ridge, reading the hair owner's information. One second, two seconds, three seconds. They turned into two dark-red streaks of light and galloped through the fields like runaway wild horses.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at the somewhat dazed