"Yama Hall?" I stared at the note left by Chisongzi, my throat tightening. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"
Xiaoqian leaned against my shoulder, her breathing shallow. "Young Master... are we really going?"
The mist in the bamboo grove grew thicker, and the shouts of the search and rescue team in the distance drifted in and out. I looked down at the nearly transparent ribbon on Xiaoqian's wrist and gritted my teeth. "We're going! But not right now."
Chapter 23