Tang Wulin and Gu Yue had just stepped through the Spirit Pagoda's magnificent doors when the Soul Guidance Communicator on Tang Wulin's wrist began vibrating urgently.
The name "Yun Ming" flashed on the screen.
Tang Wulin's heart tightened, and he hurriedly answered.
"Wulin." Yun Ming's voice came through the receiver, carrying an unprecedented gravity, as though that crushing pressure could be felt even through the screen. "I've just given the matter of the Abyss Plane some more thought. There are still a few things I need to impress upon you."
"Pavilion Master, please go ahead." Tang Wulin immediately stopped, his expression solemn.
"The Holy Spirit Cult may haunt us like a lingering ghost, but they are still human. We've uncovered at least some of their secrets. The Abyss Plane is different..." Yun Ming paused, his tone deepening. "It is a threat from another world, and we know almost nothing about them. That uncertainty is the deadliest part."
"So, when you go to negotiate cooperation this time, beyond the Holy Spirit Cult, your highest priority must be bringing the various factions together to confront the Abyss. Every additional ally gives us another measure of hope for victory."
After saying this, Yun Ming seemed to have something urgent to attend to. He hastily added, "Stay safe," then ended the call.
The receiver sounded its busy tone. Tang Wulin held the communicator, his brow tightly furrowed.
"The Abyss..." Standing beside him, Gu Yue narrowed her violet eyes slightly and murmured, "That truly is an enormous hidden danger."
They exchanged a glance, each seeing resolve in the other's eyes. Since Pavilion Master Yun Ming placed such importance on this, they would have to carry out their mission to the utmost.
"Where do we go next?" Gu Yue asked. "Straight back to the academy?"
Tang