Dong Qianqiu stared motionlessly at the screen, fully absorbed in watching the story unfold, when a soft call suddenly sounded beside her ear.
"Sister Qianqiu."
Dong Qianqiu froze. That was unmistakably the voice of Xiao Qi, who was right beside her.
She and Xiao Qi each had a screen, helping the people inside the Legend escape their predicament.
"Xiao Qi, did you call me?"
Xiao Qi tilted her head toward Dong Qianqiu. "What did you say, Sister Qianqiu?"
"N-nothing..." Dong Qianqiu shook her head slightly, inwardly sighing that she must have been too tired.
"Sister Qianqiu, can you hear me?" the voice said again.
"You...!" Dong Qianqiu seemed to realize something and answered directly in her mind. Who are you?
"I'm Sage's Voice Transmitter. I'm trying to transmit my voice to you. I never thought you'd actually receive it!" As Xiao Qi spoke, her voice grew increasingly urgent.
Dong Qianqiu frowned and asked, Xiao Qi from the future? What do you need me for?
"Sage just woke up. He said the situation at Mount Buzhou is extremely dangerous. He has a bad feeling, and we need to recall Zhan Qisheng and Yingning immediately!"
What...? Dong Qianqiu faltered, a trace of doubt rising in her mind.
Their entire plan was about to come together, yet they were supposed to recall Zhan Qisheng and Yingning now?
Dong Qianqiu had followed Du Yu on campaigns east and west for a long time. She was certainly no fool.
Even if this really was Xiao Qi's voice, it still warranted suspicion.
What danger? Dong Qianqiu countered.
After all, few monks remained on the battlefield, while the Yan-Huang Alliance's main forces were still unscathed. Now that the great goddess Nüwa had appeared as well, they had an overwhelming advantage no matter how she looked at it.