634 A Floral Scent! (1/2)

I can't log on? Wang Baole shook. His breathing stopped as a thought surfaced in his mind.

Xie Haiyang, that fellow. Did he just grab everything and run away? Wang Baole began to panic. He took out his voice transmission ring and tried contacting Xie Haiyang again, but he received no reply. Simmering with frustration, Wang Baole sat down and began to think.

Xie Haiyang doesn't seem like the type to resort to such despicable tricks… Wang Baole thought. Finally, he sighed and turned on the Federation communication channel on his voice transmission ring. The Federation cultivators were talking about the battleship. After a long moment, Wang Baole shook his head and set aside his worries about Xie Haiyang. He shut his eyes and began to meditate.

However, it didn't take long before Wang Baole suddenly opened his eyes. There was a strange, contemplative light in his eyes. Even though he had decided to stop thinking about Xie Haiyang, somewhere inside him was a voice telling him that something… was very wrong!

”Jin Duoming suddenly paying a house visit, Xie Haiyang being uncontactable, and me not being able to log on to the game…” Wang Baole muttered. The three things seemed to be related to one another, but he couldn't tell what the problem was. He was no longer in the mood for cultivation. Wang Baole had a feeling that… he wouldn't be able to rest easy if he didn't figure this out.

He mused silently, recalling his interactions with Jin Duoming and Xie Haiyang. Then, his eyes widened. His breathing quickened as he remembered asking if the game would suddenly crash. Xie Haiyang had answered him then.

”The game won't crash unless you're dreaming!”

Those words were like bolts of lightning exploding inside Wang Baole's head. He began to tremble, and waves of emotions surged inside him.

A terrible light flickered in Wang Baole's eyes, and he was silent for a long while. Then, his right hand reached into his clothes and began rummaging. He pulled out the mask in which Little Missy resided.

He could feel the mask in his hands, but he couldn't see it at all. Wang Baole's face darkened instantly. There seemed to be something in the air, a whiff of something floral.

That floral scent again… Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. He remembered the first time he had smelled that, it was the instant he had been teleported away by the battleship.

He sat there silently. The voice transmission jade slip in his storage bag started vibrating suddenly. He lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, and pulled out the jade slip. As his Spirit Qi flowed into the jade slip, he heard Feng Qiuran's tired voice.

”Baole, come to the cave abode, I have something very important to tell you.”

Wang Baole's face was devoid of emotions as he shut his eyes. After a long while, he finally opened them again. There were no signs of anything having gone wrong shown on his face. He rose to his feet, left his palace, and headed straight for Feng Qiuran's cave abode. He observed his surroundings along the way. There were numerous Dao Palace disciples and Federation cultivators running about. Everyone—Sect Lord Xu, the giant tree, and all the rest—were all acting normally. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

There are no loopholes…

There was a slightly lost look in Wang Baole's eyes as he finally arrived at the entrance of Feng Qiuran's cave abode. He stopped and stood there, staring at the gates.

”Baole, come in.” The gates slid open slowly as soon as Wang Baole arrived. Feng Qiuran's raspy voice rang out. She sounded tired, both physically and emotionally. Even her voice sounded weak and sorrowful. It was as if she had lost all hope.