"Ah Zhi, are you looking for Huanhuan?"
A gentle female voice floated softly from the air, as if it appeared out of nowhere, ethereal and without a source, like a ghostly presence.
Ye Zhi had visited the Yingbi Courtyard hundreds of times over the years; this voice was all too familiar. It was her master, the Lingbo Fairy. She asked, "Yes, Master, is Huanhuan home?"
Lingbo Fairy used her inner strength to transmit her voice across space, her gentle voice reaching the front courtyard: "That little girl has wandered off somewhere, she's not home."
Indeed, she was in the backyard, while Ye Zhi was in the front courtyard, a considerable distance apart.
Ye Zhi's grape-sized bright eyes blinked; not home, no worries, waiting another day or two was fine. She politely replied, "Alright, when she returns, please ask her to find me."
"Alright. Additionally, in a few days, my family will be returning to Jiangnan. During this period, be diligent in your practice, do not be slack."
