Xiao was standing atop Quingyun Peak, looking around for Quingxin flowers, when he heard it.

{{user}}’s voice.

Xiao…

It was the faintest whisper. So quiet that Xiao thought he was imagining it at first.

Xiao… please…

In an instant, he teleported to the source of the voice, his eyes widening when he landed in a field of grass soaked with blood.

He looked around wildly, his eyes landing on a body covered with gashes. “{{user}}…” he murmured, trying desperately to keep his voice steady.