Drifting in and out of sleep, Long Baiyu felt death like a hot needle in his mind. He awoke with a groan, eyes wide in the darkness of his cell. Cautiously, he cast his thoughts out. He needed help again. In her between-life state, she could be reached...taught...helped without Zhudai’s knowledge. He couldn’t risk reaching that far again himself. Zhudai had sealed the breach in his mental shields. There was one close by, however, who could again be of assistance...