The Spirit Word BlackSheepWall could not only survey terrain, but also be used to find people.
Lu Mingfei had discovered this by accident. When he focused on imagining a certain person, a faint point of light would appear on the map in his mind. That was how he had located Xia Mi.
He Xiaomeng suspected that this Spirit Word contained elements of Bloodline Web—something like the composite Spirit Words used by Naga.
By the time Lu Mingfei drove over, Xia Mi and Chu Zihang were fighting side by side against a horde of Dead Servants.
If they had been ownerless Dead Servants, Xia Mi could have made them prostrate in submission simply by releasing her aura. But these were Odin's subordinates. They had a master. When Xia Mi's Dragon Might bore down on them, they hesitated only briefly before charging even more frantically.
The battle had already reached its end. Lu Mingfei rammed the last Dead Servant with his car, rolled down the window, and stuck his head out. "Hey, Junior Sister Xia Mi, Senior Brother Chu."
"Lu Mingfei?" A trace of wariness flashed through Xia Mi's eyes.
Chu Zihang stepped forward and shielded Xia Mi behind him. "Did The Academy send you?"
"No." Lu Mingfei shook his head. "Why don't we find somewhere and have a proper talk?"
Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Xia Mi did not object. She retreated to Chu Zihang's side, and the sight reminded Lu Mingfei of a phrase—husband sings, wife follows. There was no doubt in the way she looked at Chu Zihang, only an unquestioning willingness to follow.
They found a café on a street corner.
The "Open" sign hanging on the glass door had already tilted crookedly, but when they pushed the door open and entered, a faint aroma