The cotton stuffed in his ears for so long was finally pulled out. With a buzz, all kinds of sounds flooded Li Huowang's ears.
The voices from the next guest room, the street vendors hawking outside the window, even the sound of his own heartbeat—all were incredibly clear and loud.
Li Huowang squeezed his eyes shut in pain, forcing himself to distinguish among the sounds. After spending the time it would take for an incense stick to burn, he finally managed to hear the unique, intermittent voice of Black Taisui amidst the chaos.
"I'm talking to you! Can you hear me!!" Amidst the noise, Li Huowang strained his throat to shout loudly.
Soon, Black Taisui responded—not with terrifying murmurs nor sinister, foreign speech, but still with those unrelated simple words and characters.
"Mouth… Sky… Wu…"
"What the hell are you saying?! Can you understand me? If I die you won't survive either! Let's talk, damn it!"
