"Miaomiao?"
Zhang Yuanqing hadn't raised the little loudspeaker, yet it spoke on its own.
Guan Ya, Red Chicken Bro, and the Stop-Killing Palace Lord all lowered their weapons.
Hearing someone call her name, Sun Miaomiao froze again. The sword pellet poised in her palm briefly calmed. She swept her puzzled gaze over the group and hesitated. "You..."
Her eyes fell on the little loudspeaker in Zhang Yuanqing's hand. Recognizing it as Princess Yinyao's beloved toy, she blurted out in shock, "Yuanshi Tianzun?!"
Her expression became even more bewildered. Looking from one side to the other, from the strangers' faces to the ongoing battle, she asked blankly, "Why am I here? Why are you here? What happened?"
It really was Sun Miaomiao!
They had finally found Sun Miaomiao, who had drifted out of contact within the dungeon. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and immediately took turns explaining everything that had happened.
As they spoke, Sun Miaomiao took out Life Source Fluid to treat her wounds. She had seven or eight injuries of varying severity, including two penetrating wounds. Half her heart had been sliced away by the Palace Lord's hand blade.
Even for a level-six Night Wanderer, such injuries were considered severe. Without Life Source Fluid, relying solely on natural healing would take quite some time.
By the time Sun Miaomiao had heard half the story, she was already dumbstruck. She had never expected so much to have happened while she was "unconscious."
Red Chicken Bro incredulously cut in, interrupting their account. "How did you become the Imperial Preceptor's lackey? This morning, you even stabbed me. Didn't you recognize Yuanshi Tianzun's item?"
He simply couldn't believe Sun Miaomiao could be this stupid—stupider even than Jiang Jingwei.
Sun Miaomiao knitted her little brows. "I don't know anything! The moment I entered