"Little Ninth, Little Ninth."
Dongfang Minghui felt something furry beside her ear, tickling her. She reached out to swat and smack it, but could never hit anything. In her irritation, she grabbed something without knowing what it was and swung it once. Everything vanished, and blessed quiet returned to her ears.
Ding Ding was knocked far away by her swing, plastered spread-eagled against the wall. But the wall was truly strange and soft. Even with Ding Ding embedded in it, there were no cracks. When Ding Ding struggled free, the wall behind it sealed itself again. Undeterred by the prospect of death, it flew back beside Dongfang Minghui's ear and hollered, "Little Ninth, Little Ninth, something terrible has happened!"
Dongfang Minghui abruptly sat upright. Several rough-looking dragons had been keeping their distance, but the moment they saw her wake, they crowded around her, all talking at once. "Witch, you're finally awake."
"Come with us, quickly."
"Her Ladyship can't hold on anymore."
Their overlapping voices made Dongfang Minghui's head throb. The Dragon Clan had no sense of restraint when using force; they had nearly chopped her neck in two.
"If you hadn't woken up, they would have worried themselves to death," Pig Immortal Grass teased in her Soul Sea. "Well? Are you fully awake?"
"Seventh Sister."
Dongfang Minghui shook her head, suddenly recalling the terrifying events of that night. She sprang to her feet and glared at these stupid dragons. "Where is the Dragon Queen? I want to see her! If anything happens to Seventh Sister, I-I-"
"Ding Ding."
"We're going up to Dragon Summit."
Seeing that she was genuinely furious, Pig Immortal Grass forgot everything it had prepared to say. It sighed faintly within the space. "Don't you want to ask what I said that day?"
Dongfang Minghui was