Towards the depths of her Spiritual World, she uttered a greeting. In reality, Ji You's hand was holding a metal carving knife, and she didn't stop her actions, still diligently polishing the cane bit by bit.
Silence.
An utter silence.
It felt as if her Spirit Space never had Xiao You, nor was there ever any Iron Plate—everything was merely Ji You's imagination.
[Xiao You—]
[Xiao You—]
[Xiao You—]
...
Ji You called out firmly, one sentence after another.
But!!!
No.
No response.
The entire Spiritual World, aside from six drooping Spiritual Silk strands, was a vast darkness...
[Xiao You—]
Ji You's voice already carried a hint of sobbing, yet she persistently called out again and again. Usually, just a gentle shout was followed by Xiao You's sweet and soft reply—now—
She was gone.
Ji You gripped the carving knife tightly, and suddenly—
Crack~
