His pupils suddenly contracted.
This voice was very unfamiliar to him.
Xiang Qingtian could be sure that in his several decades of life, he had never heard it before.
But this tone, this form of address, was so familiar.
Even though it was just five simple words, they were like tumultuous waves, hitting his eardrums over and over, causing his mind to tremble uncontrollably.
"Who are you?!" Xiang Qingtian's gaze sharpened, "Only your voice is heard and not your presence, is it because you are afraid to show yourself?"
Since he was already dead, this place was either the Heavenly Court or the Underworld.
This pitch darkness could only be the Underworld.
With a sudden swish, a figure appeared in front of Xiang Qingtian.
This face was also unfamiliar to him.
But the expression in the girl's eyes and brows made him feel extremely familiar.
Through this face, he seemed to see Princess Yongning who gained fame in her youth.
