"Huh?"
"Under... understand what?"
"The call, yes! The call!"
"I really did feel the call. It was warm, incredibly warm!!!"
Seeing the hammer in Yu Sheng's hand draw closer and closer, the minor chieftain could not help roaring in terror, his body twisting uneasily.
"Hmm..."
"Describe it in detail?"
Yu Sheng silently lowered his hammer and asked after pondering for several seconds.
Faced with Yu Sheng's question, the minor chieftain swallowed. "Um... it was... a call... warm..."
"Sigh..."
Somewhat disappointed, Yu Sheng sighed softly and shook his head, raising his hammer again, not bothering to listen to the minor chieftain keep making things up.
"I can find someone for you!!!"
"Hundred Desolate Mountain has so many factions, all mixed together. You'll never find anyone on your own!"
"But I've lived here since I was little. I've got connections everywhere!"
"We're all brothers... all brothers..."
Seeing the hammer finally stop just ten centimeters from his forehead, the minor chieftain felt as though he had just wandered outside the Ghost Gate, only one step away from death.
Only after a long while did he slump to the ground, gasping for breath.
"As... as long as there really is... is someone like that who came to Hundred Desolate Mountain recently..."
"I can... can hear something about them..."
After the minor chieftain's repeated assurances, Yu Sheng finally put away his hammer. He also took out two unidentified pills and stuffed them into his mouth, kindly reminding him of what the pills did before watching him leave.
After the minor chieftain left, Yu Sheng sat alone on this barren mountain, looking toward the horizon with a somewhat dazed expression.
For a moment, irregular spatial ripples seemed to appear around him, and faint, intermittent murmurs sounded beside his ears.
But Yu Sheng turned a blind eye