After waiting for a moment, there was no response.
Ying Wuji asked again.
Still no response.
Several times over, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but doubt whether the audio transmission stone was still useful.
Just as he was about to put it away, as if possessed by a sudden whim, he looked around with a guilty expression, held the audio transmission stone, and whispered softly, "Righteous Blood Flows Forever?"
Silently waited for ten breaths...
"Liar!"
Ying Wuji's nose was almost crooked with anger.
They had said that in danger, one only needed to cry out "Righteous Blood Flows Forever," yet now there was no danger and he couldn't even find that fellow. If real danger arose, waiting for him to come to the rescue, one would probably be a cold corpse.
Indeed, others are unreliable.
Just as he was about to put away the audio transmission stone, suddenly a vibration emanated from it.
