Xiao Jie instantly sensed the familiar spiritual aura belonging to Li Dai. Perhaps because he had been soaked in the black ink for too long, he had fallen unconscious from severe injuries when his mother pulled his soul into the dagger to protect it. Though still unconscious, he could now sense Li Dai's probing divine sense. Because he found the aura familiar, his soul instinctively offered no defense or resistance, which pleased Li Dai.
"Xiao Jie... Xiao... Jie... Xiao Jie... Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao... Jie..."
Li Dai's voice echoed like in a hollow valley and deep stream, exceptionally clear and melodious, carrying a distinct charm. These heavenly notes seemed to part layers of mist, giving Xiao Jie—who could wake no matter what—a sense of direction. He listened in pleasant surprise. It sounded like Li Dai's voice, yet his last memory was of returning to avenge his mother. Because that vicious woman had spoken of his mother, claiming she had secrets to tell him, he had allowed himself to be persuaded and hypocritically followed her to the banquet she had prepared, only to be trapped within this terrifying formation.
Chapter 1012