Zhu Minglang halted his steps, involuntarily looking up at the sky.
"I dare not ask for too much, only hoping you could save my husband, I... I beg of you, if the heavens have spirits, please save my husband..."
The woman's voice came again, echoing above Zhu Minglang's head.
Zhu Minglang could hear her voice clearly, but when he looked around, he couldn't see anyone.
Zhu Minglang showed a trace of confusion.
Why is this voice reaching my ears?
She should be very, very far away from me!
Is she praying to the gods?
And I just happen to be the god who hears her prayers??
Why does this person's voice sound so familiar??
"Little Xian Tail, head east. Something's happened," Zhu Minglang said to the Nine-tailed Dragon.
Little Jiuwei immediately ceased its frolicking, swiftly transforming into the Nine-tailed God, its ink-colored fur dancing wildly against the silvery white snow, like beautiful silk undulating in waves...
