Su Shuanghe blinked, and space folded over itself. When he blinked again, heaven and earth had already changed.
This method of shifting through the void was exceedingly wondrous, yet it required his cooperation all the more. Su Shuanghe did not resist. He now desperately needed to have a proper exchange with Yu Ci, and every opportunity was necessary for that.
But before he could inspect his surroundings, someone beside him said, "Esteemed guest, please follow me. My master invites you."
Su Shuanghe turned his head and froze. Lowering his gaze, he saw that before him stood a child with hair tied in a topknot, dressed in red, with a taut little face and a solemn expression... Well, no, it was actually nervousness.
One could tell from its voice alone. Every word was chewed over, every phrase rigidly measured, as though each syllable had to fit the tonal pattern. It came off stiff and wooden, yet the child's features were neat and pleasing enough that it was still quite adorable.
But once that first impression passed, Su Shuanghe abruptly sensed that something was wrong. His eyes seemed to freeze in their sockets as he stared blankly at the child.
The child grew flustered beneath his gaze and hurriedly lowered its head to inspect its clothes, then reached up to touch its topknot. The more it looked, the more nervous it became; the more it touched, the more confused it grew, until its face had turned bright red.
Its face had reddened? Fine, but what exactly was red? Blood-soaked killing aura?
At last, the child could bear it no longer. Its eyes nearly brimmed with tears as it asked, "Esteemed guest, I... What did I do wrong?"
Looking at the child's expression, Su Shuanghe felt as though cats and dogs were fighting