Help?
Xia Feng quickly calmed his mind, and his thoughts entered the Dao Fruit, "Help... with what?"
However, despite his calm demeanor, Miss Mu seemed to sense something was amiss and questioned in a cool and indifferent voice, "What are you doing?"
The star-skirted woman seemed to sense it too; her pale vertical pupils lowered as she glanced at the believer with his face pressed against her stomach, puzzled, "Who are you talking to?"
She sensed the believer's mental fluctuations through a mystical technique, causing ripples in space and time that transmitted to a faraway place.
Xia Feng: "....."
"Hmm?" Two cool and authoritative nasal sounds overlapped in his ears, as if two pairs of celestial eyes were gazing down from left and right.
Xia Feng multitasked, verbally responding, 'Dragon God, I'm communicating with my subordinates outside,' while in his mind he answered, "Miss Mu, didn't you say you needed my help, with what exactly?"
