A little spiritual light gathered at the tip of Mo Yuxin's finger, not bright enough to look impressive, just enough to show the old stone floor beneath their feet.
Su Yubing glanced around. "So, do you think the voice will come back?"
Mo Yuxin looked toward the empty hall. "Probably."
"Do you think it wants to kill us?"
"Probably not."
Su Yubing smiled. "You sound very confident."
"If it wanted to kill us, it would have tried already."
That answer was so simple that Su Yubing laughed. She leaned her shoulder against Mo Yuxin's arm and said, "Then what do you think it wants?"
Mo Yuxin thought for a moment. "Attention."
"Attention?"
"Yes. It spent all that effort arranging a ruined sect, seven lanterns, mysterious voices, ancient formations, tea, and dramatic lighting. Someone clearly put a lot of effort into making an entrance."
Su Yubing covered her mouth, but her shoulders shook with laughter.
"You are really taking this seriously."
"I am taking it seriously."
