While Zheng Qing warbled out an aria.
A flicker of hope suddenly flashed in Nikita's eyes. She had clearly seen the shock that had just appeared on the young wizard's face, and easily inferred what had shocked him.
That Little Witch!
She was her only hope now!
"She's about to die!" The banshee sat upright and looked nervously at Zheng Qing. "You have to find a way to take her out, take her back to the school, so she can survive! If she stays here, she'll die any moment!"
Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze from the 'Faceless One.'
"Who? Who is going to die?" he asked instinctively.
But deep down, he knew the answer.
"That Little Witch." Nikita fixed her eyes on every subtle change in the young wizard's expression, her fingers rapidly calculating beneath her sleeve. "Round face, seven or eight years old, wearing tattered black robes, holding a small mirror... I sent Zhuzhu to find her!"
"She has stayed in the Illusory Dream Realm for too long. Her life force has been worn away by endless illusions. If not for a lingering obsession sustaining her, she would have dispersed long ago."
"If you take her back now, she can still be saved... the school will definitely save her!"
The banshee spoke quickly, but with perfect clarity.
Zheng Qing rubbed his forehead, feeling slightly dizzy.
He struggled to restrain the wild impulse in his heart—it was difficult, like a seven- or eight-year-old child leaping onto a galloping steed and trying to rein in its reins—but Zheng Qing knew clearly that if he allowed that horse to run wild, he would return to the Blank Land at once.
As the young wizard began trying to stop his self-destruction, Nikita distinctly felt a tiny glimmer of light emerge from the boundless