'Is something bothering you, Miss?' the hum of Hao's voice filled her head again.
Instantly Fu Xie Lan turned her head towards the magic beast spirit that was curled up on the table in front of her. 'Hao, didn't you recognize the little boy back then?' asked Fu Xie Lan while pointing at the ring around her finger.
'Who do you mean, Miss?'
'Ling?' he asked again.
'That's right. You know him, don't you?' asked Fu Xie Lan.
'What's the matter with him, Miss?'
'Can you feel his presence? how is it now?'
'I can always feel his whereabouts, Miss. But, about his condition, I can't figure it out,' Hao replied.
Meanwhile, on the other hand, Bai Mo still in his position, felt the silence going on for a few minutes.
'Do you know how to call him out?' asked Fu Xie Lan.
'Just call him as you call me, Miss.'
'Is that true?'
Fu Xie Lan then cleared her throat. If so, why didn't she try it now?