No one answered Huang Dao's question, the entire underground space was silent as a sparrow, quiet to the extreme.
Hua Die's eyeballs turned, she took a gentle breath, restored her heartbeat to normal, then turned her head to look at Huang Dao, her line of sight first fell on Huang Dao's face. After seeing the slightly confused expression of the other, she shifted her gaze downward, finally falling upon the Reincarnation Dream Flower:
"We were thinking..."
Her tone was very hesitant, wanting to speak but not speaking, seemingly waiting for Huang Dao to inquire actively.
"Thinking about what?" Huang Dao stepped forward two steps, happened to glance at the wall with symbols, "Why is there a word missing? I remember it was you, Hua Die, who wrote the word 'calamity'."
Hua Die turned her head to glance at the wall, put her right hand on her left arm, then she turned her head back and said:
