He had traveled about 410,000 miles south, across desolate plains, past collapsing mountains, and finally stepped onto a dried-up seabed.
The world was dark; besides Huai Shi's footsteps and the rumbling of the icebergs he pulled, there was no other sound.
In the silence, Huai Shi paused, looking around blankly.
"What's wrong?" the fox in the observation room inquired.
"I think I heard a voice." Huai Shi scratched the back of his head, sparks flying. "It's like someone is calling me…"
"…"
The fox was silent for a long time before saying, "I think it's because there's no one around to banter with you, so your ears are itching for it."
"I really heard it!"
"Alright, alright... I'll call the banter team to come to work, okay?"
"That's not what I meant..."
"I'll call for a few more, will that suffice?"
"Fine," Huai Shi nodded.
Too good to refuse.
