"Stop!"
The voice echoed ethereal and ice-cold, like frost, reverberating above this Divine Country.
Zhang Xiaoman was slightly taken aback.
Ni Yang's eyes widened, his body trembling uncontrollably.
This voice... this voice... After so many years, he finally heard this voice again!
Zhang Xiaoman hadn't yet reacted, but Ni Yang had already dashed forward.
"Zizi! Zizi!?"
Like a headless fly, he scurried across the Divine Country, utterly ignoring the damage inflicted upon him by the surrounding Little Nightmares, frantically searching for the source of the voice.
"Alas..."
A sigh echoed, the owner of the voice carrying a tone of helplessness.
"You finally came..."
"Zizi! Come out! It's been over ten thousand years! I've waited for you for over ten thousand years! Why did you leave so quietly back then!"
Zhang Xiaoman held his forehead, thinking how this scene was becoming more like a cliché romance novel.
