"I mean, you send the message."
The old lady immediately took out her phone, smoothly switched on voice input, told Zhou Xiaorong to start dictating, and then his great‑grandma walked a little distance away.
When he finished speaking and the words were automatically transcribed, his great‑grandma came back over to continue operating the phone and sent the message to Wen Yan.
Wen Yan was just about to enter the Desolate Tomb when he saw the message. He glanced at the beginning, put his phone away, and stopped walking.
He thought for a moment, turned around, and walked back, watching from not far away.
He noticed something a bit off: there wasn't a trace of backlash on Zhou Xiaorong.
But when he saw Zhou Xiaorong finish speaking, his great‑grandma come over and send the message—at the moment she saw that content, black smoke started to drift off Zhou Xiaorong. Wen Yan had seen this before; this was the backlash kicking in.
