"Young Master Yin." She called out.
The response to her was still the tinkling of the copper bell.
"Young master Yin?" She raised her volume and shouted again, but there was still no response.
She felt a little afraid and quickly stood up. She searched in the white mist that was as misty as a fairyland and called Young Master Yin's name from time to time.
"Ding dong... Ding dong." There was no sign of stopping. Several times Mo Yi Tong wanted to recall how she came here before, but her thoughts were interrupted by this ding dong. She was wondering why this tone, which was like a spring, disturbed people's mood, and she felt that the ding dong dong sound seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
"Am I getting closer to this bell?" She wondered and could only speed up to see what was goin
