Lin Xian felt the sound of tinnitus becoming increasingly sharp.
He quietly watched the metal dice and the countdown in his retina, his whole body frozen in place, and his brain seemed to slow down at this moment.
Lin Xian's lips parted slightly, trying to adjust his thoughts.
"Gra… Grace."
"Grace!"
If Grace didn't respond, it was highly possible that his connection with the Flashing Bullet had been cut off. Lin Xian tried to focus his attention to sense the mysterious dark presence at his brow, but the numbers before his eyes made it hard to concentrate.
"What on earth is happening..."
A bad premonition sprouted from the depths of his heart.
Lin Xian clenched his fists; if he lost contact with Grace, it would mean he had lost control of the South Heavenly Gate, as well as the direct connection to Chu Yan's consciousness, and all the efforts the Phoenix Society's Starry Sky Research Room had made during this time would be in vain!
