head drooping as if she were too tired to stay awake and dozing off slightly.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The room was thick with the stench of blood and an unset...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient" from the Demonic Race during his growth, which allowed him to have such a profound foundation.Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!"I think I understand what you mean, young...