Chapter 955: Video Call

After sending that message, she quickly followed up with another.

"Extremely dangerous individual. Former member of the Cloud‑Above Five Heroes, swordsmanship unfathomably profound, later fell into the demonic shadow and left Luofu, current whereabouts unknown; reason for appearing in the sealed zone this time is unclear!"

The group fell silent for a moment.

Then Han Ya's message popped up first: "Jing Liu? The former Sword Leader who disappeared years ago?"

Xue Yi followed immediately: "Can we confirm it's him? What level of response needs to be activated?"

Yukong's tone also changed, noticeably more solemn: "The former Sword Leader appearing in the sealed zone requires immediate handling."

Yan Qing reacted the most, sending two messages in a row: "Jing Liu?! Is the one in the photo the legendary Jing Liu!"

Walter's message appeared last, maintaining a steady tone: "Understood, is there anything we need to do?"

Fu Xuan watched the group's reactions shift from "confusion" to "tension", from "what happened" to "how to respond", and her tightly knit brows relaxed slightly.

The focus of the discussion had successfully shifted from "who is that gray‑white hair" to "why Jing Liu appeared", which was exactly the result she needed.

She slowly sat back in her chair.

She had stood up too hastily earlier, her nerves still a bit taut, so she adjusted to a more comfortable posture.

She crossed her legs, her skirt hanging below, revealing a slender calf wrapped in white stockings, then picked up the jade talisman again.

Fu Xuan first opened Xing's private chat window.

"Pioneer."

A text message was sent.

"Where exactly are you right now? Tell me the details of what you see, immediately."

After typing those words, she paused, her thumb hovering over the screen for a second, then added four characters.

"Extremely urgent!"

The perspective shifts back to the sealed zone.

Xing was crouching beneath the wall at the edge of the shop, one eye watching the rapidly scrolling group chat, the other occasionally glancing toward the middle of the street.

In the group chat, Fu Xuan had already steered the topic toward Jing Liu's identity, and everyone's attention was drawn to the former Sword Leader's title; the discussion now fully centered on "why Jing Liu appeared in Luofu" and "what level of response measures need to be activated."

Xing watched the group chat for a while, raising an eyebrow.

"Jing Liu."

She whispered the name, "Former Sword Leader of Luofu, member of the Cloud‑Above Five Heroes, swordsmanship unfathomable, fell into the demonic shadow and vanished—"

She repeated the information from the group chat, then peeked again from the corner of the wall to watch the white‑haired figure's back.

In the moonlight, Jing Liu's frosty white hair was lightly lifted by the night breeze, the ice‑blue tips leaving a cold light trail in the air.

His hand rested on the hilt, a visible layer of white chill swirling around him.

Xing slowly nodded.

"No wonder!"

Her tone carried a belated realization, then she added, "No wonder it's so elegant. So it's the famed former Sword Leader, the gray‑white hair that could stand up to Jing Liu—"

Xing turned her head toward the gray‑white long‑haired figure opposite Jing Liu, her gaze lingering two seconds on the floating white Bubbles, then offered a precise yet wildly inaccurate assessment.

"—Definitely also very impressive!"

Just as Xing was about to pull her gaze back and continue typing, the phone screen in her hand suddenly lit up.

A video call request.

The avatar that popped up was still the woman with pink‑purple hair, Fu Xuan.

The video call's ringtone rang sharply in the quiet alley, Xing's fingers reflexively tapped the answer button, and only after tapping did she realize what she had done.

The screen lit up.

Fu Xuan's face appeared in the center of the frame.

Her face was very close—perhaps she was gripping the jade talisman too tightly—so the screen was less than an arm's length from her nose.

The pink‑purple soaring bun was slightly loose, and the Divination Eye below her forehead was glowing.

Her orange‑pink pupils stared intently at the screen, brows knit together.

After sending those group chat messages, she clearly hadn't fully calmed down; she had merely suppressed her agitation, and the moment the video call connected, those suppressed emotions leaked from her eyes.

Xing saw Fu Xuan's expression, was momentarily stunned, then gave a reaction that perfectly matched her character.

She raised her free hand, waved at the screen, a smile blossoming on her face, and greeted with the most authentic salutation she had learned during her few days on Xianzhou.

"Good evening, Master Fu Xuan!"

Her voice was lively, sincere, full of vigor: "Have you eaten?"

Fu Xuan's face on the screen froze instantly.

That expression was hard to describe with a single word; she opened her mouth, then closed it again.

The lengthy prepared speech, faced with the three words 'Have you eaten?', was like a battering ram hitting a pile of cotton—its force completely absorbed, leaving no sound at all.

Fu Xuan's mouth opened a third time, this time finally producing a sound.

A terribly strained one.

"Uh."

Then it got stuck again.

Through the screen, Xing carefully observed Fu Xuan's shifting expression, a look as if she'd swallowed a fly, slowly nodded, and a confident 'I completely understand' expression appeared on her face.

"Looks like it worked well; you're full, right? If you're full, just nod, no need to be embarrassed."

Xing said this judgment in a very affirmative tone.

Fu Xuan closed her eyes, reached out, and pressed her palm hard against her forehead, rubbing twice.

Even through the screen, one could see her take a deep breath.

Calm....... Calm......

She could feel her blood pressure spiking, a tendon thumping, but she had no time to argue about this with Xing.

She moved her hand off her forehead and pressed hard on her temple, as if pushing a throbbing nerve back into place.

When she opened her eyes again, the restlessness in her gaze had been largely forced down, replaced by a forced calm.

"Pioneer."

Fu Xuan's voice regained a degree of steadiness, though a careful listen still caught a hint of unprocessed resentment, "Please tell me your exact location now!"

Xing tilted her head, glanced left and right at the surroundings.

A herb shop, a half‑tilted sign, a corner of the wall draped in spiderwebs, dry herb fragments scattered on the ground, and the nearby tin trash can she had turned over.

She ran through those sights in her mind, then answered with complete honesty.

"I don't know."

Fu Xuan's eyelid twitched.

"I'll send the coordinates right away."