The vast and boundless land didn't respond, but Xiao Chen could clearly sense a mysterious energy wrapping around him, isolating him from Pei Anqi.
Xiao Chen didn't perceive any malice, so he didn't rush to act. He asked, "What do you want with me?"
"Nothing special, just want to chat with you!"
Within the expansive space, a void and distant voice floated, as if not belonging to this time and space—prolonged and profound.
"So, you can talk?" Xiao Chen said, "How come I heard from the Ji tribe that you never spoke?"
"If it's unnecessary, there's no need to waste words!" the Ritual Spirit said.
"Words are precious, huh?" Xiao Chen smiled, "Alright, then get to the point. Your time is limited, and so is mine!"
"I want to ask you to do something for me!" the Ritual Spirit said.
"Not really courteous, are you?" Xiao Chen said helplessly, "I'm not a task collector; everyone wants my help—where do I find the time?"
