"...Kid, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear what you just said. Remember, in this world, some things shouldn't be said without thinking. Otherwise, even if you're that old bastard Ming Daochuan's disciple, it won't save you. Do you understand what I mean?" the old man in the gray robe leaning on a cane finally said in a cold tone after a long silence.
"You... you know my Master?" Now it was Chen Fei's turn to be surprised. A hint of astonishment flickered through his fierce eyes. Judging by what he said, could it be that he really knows my Master!?
This time, the gray-robed old man with the cane didn't respond. He silently took out a phone from his robe. His movements were slow, as if he was struggling and hesitant, but he finally expressionlessly dialed a number etched deeply into his memory and turned on the speakerphone.
"RING, RING, RING... Hello."
After a brief ringing, a familiar, aged voice came through the speaker.
