After a full cup of tea's time, the blood-red light of the bead shrank, and from within it came a voice, exceedingly old and female:
"Di Xue, what do you want with me? Don't you know that I have important matters at hand, concerning our grand plan?"
The owner of the voice seemed very displeased with the Blood-robed Person contacting them at this moment.
"Hehe, since we established our plan, decades have passed. Now that it's rare for this old man to reach out to a fellow cultivator, is there no time even for a brief conversation?" the Blood-robed Person chuckled softly.
"Stop beating around the bush, just say what you want. Otherwise, don't blame me for cutting off the secret technique," the old woman's voice turned stern, clearly impatient.
