“Parallel spaces.” Lu Yun suddenly understood. He could hear Jing Dichen, the Deaf Prince, and Beicang Xiong and their voices were very close, but he couldn’t see them for the life of him.

The only possible explanation was that they were in parallel spaces.

Just like in the yin and yang tombs, their physical locations overlapped with one another, but they existed in two separate pockets of space.

“Deaf Prince, Beicang Qiong, Dichen!” he called out.

“Stop!” Beicang Qiong shouted in his rough voice. “I think I heard senior brother Lu’s voice just now!”

“I didn’t hear anything?” the Deaf Prince yelled in objection.

“I also heard him.” There was a hint of joy in Jing Dichen’s cool voice. “It’s senior brother Lu, he’s...