Wilds Desolation Realm, the underground palace of the Demon Race Ancestral Court.
"Chen'er! Something terrible has happened! Can you hear me?!"
Si Shuo's chest heaved violently, his voice more urgent than ever.
All he wanted now was to hear that familiar voice.
Yet breath after breath passed.
The Communication Jade Talisman in his palm remained like an ordinary stone, without the slightest response.
"What's going on? Why isn't it responding?"
"Chen'er! Where are you?!"
His eyes bloodshot, Si Shuo kept pouring immortal essence into the Communication Talisman, about to transmit his voice again.
Just then.
"Third Uncle, I'm here."
A gentle, calm voice suddenly rang out.
Si Shuo was overjoyed.
Yet as he stared blankly at the still-dark Communication Jade Talisman in his hand, his mind went briefly blank.
The Communication Talisman didn't light up?
And that voice... how could it be so clear? It sounded as though someone had spoken right beside his ear!
Si Shuo instinctively raised his head.
Only then did he notice that the three native Ninth Order old demons, who had been trembling in the corner, were staring behind him as though they had seen a ghost.
Si Shuo whipped around.
At some point, a slender figure had appeared overhead in the underground palace and was slowly descending through the air.
Spotless black robes, a face familiar down to his very bones.
"Chen... Chen'er?!"
It was indeed his eldest nephew. Wild joy instantly surged through Si Shuo's heart.
But the next instant, his smile froze as he saw Si Chen's white hair drifting in the air.
Having just lived a hundred years in the mortal world and become an old man himself, he knew all too well what that white hair meant.
"Your hair... how..."
"You... why are you here?"
"Right, and... and Jiang Ling!