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It was another quiet night. Nezha lay on the bed in the Observation Room, staring blankly at the ceiling. The evaluation had been ongoing for a week, with different experts coming each day to test his abilities, record data, and ask questions. The entire process felt cold and mechanical, making him feel more like a research specimen than a living, breathing person.
The ruby of the Time-Space Bracelet remained dull; for days, Nezha had been unable to see Ao Bing in his dreams. This isolation only heightened his anxiety. Discussions about the Demon Orb on the Campus Forum were still fervent, even though the school had deleted the initial exposure post; the uproar had not subsided.
"Another day has passed," Nezha murmured to himself, rubbing the ruby bracelet on his wrist. "Ao Bing, are you okay in the Dragon Palace?"
Moonlight spilled into the room like water, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold space. Suddenly, Nezha felt the bracelet warm slightly, and then the ruby flickered with a faint glow, as if responding to his longing.
"What is this..." Nezha sat up in surprise, fixated on the flickering red light.
The red glow gradually stabilized, forming a weak and blurry image above the bracelet—there was Ao Bing's face, but it was very unclear, as if shrouded in layers of mist.
"Nezha... can you hear me..." Ao Bing's voice came through intermittently. "There's danger... Dragon Tribe... need to go back..."
"Ao Bing? Ao Bing! I can't hear you clearly; what danger are you talking about?" Nezha asked urgently, but the image began to fade. "Wait, don't go! Ao Bing!"
The last glimmer of light disappeared, and the bracelet returned to its original state, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion. Nezha's heart could not find peace. What had Ao Bing just said? Was there danger for the Dragon Tribe? Did they need to go back?
A myriad of speculations swirled in his mind, making it hard for him to sleep. He felt an ominous premonition as if a storm was about to break.
Early the next morning, Aunt Taiyi hurriedly visited him, her expression much more serious than usual.
"What happened, Taiyi Senior?" Nezha immediately sensed something was wrong.
Aunt Taiyi glanced around to ensure there were no listening devices before lowering her voice. "Something has happened at the Dragon Palace. From what I know, East Sea Dragon Palace was attacked last night and suffered heavy losses."
Nezha's heart sank. "What about Ao Bing? Is he okay?"
"Currently unclear," Aunt Taiyi shook her head. "The news just came out; details are still vague. But it's certain that the Dragon King has been seriously injured and chaos has erupted in the palace."
This news struck Nezha like a bolt from the blue; he found it hard to accept. No wonder Ao Bing had tried to contact him last night—something had indeed gone wrong at the Dragon Palace.
"I need to find Ao Bing," Nezha stood up, determination shining in his eyes. "I have to make sure he’s alright."
Aunt Taiyi pressed down on his shoulder. "Calm down, Nezha. You’re in a difficult situation yourself; how can you help him? Moreover, the waters of the Dragon Palace are deep; only members of the Dragon Tribe can enter. If you rush in there recklessly, it will only cause more trouble for Ao Bing."
Nezha slumped back onto the bed helplessly, anxiety and worry filling his eyes. "Then what should I do? Just wait here?"
"Don't rush," Aunt Taiyi comforted him. "I will do my best to gather information. Also, I have some good news—I received preliminary conclusions from the evaluation committee: they believe your ability is well-controlled and does not pose an immediate threat. The school has agreed to let you return to a regular dormitory but you will still need to undergo regular ability monitoring."
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