The cotton that had been 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 neighboring guest room, the hawking of vendors 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 the time it would take an incense stick to burn, he finally managed to hear the unique, intermittent voice of the Black Taisui amidst the chaos.
"I'm talking to you! Can you hear me?!" Amidst the noise, Li Huowang strained his throat to shout.
Soon, the Black Taisui responded—not with terrifying murmurs or sinister, foreign speech, but with the same simple, unrelated words.
"Mouth… Sky… Wu…"
"What the hell are you saying?! Can you understand me? If I die, you die too! Let's talk!"
