Bai Zanhe reminded me, "Sister Wanwan, it seems your phone is ringing."
"Eh, I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't mentioned it." Although my hearing was keener than most, my focus on the battle before me made me neglect other matters.
With Bai Zanhe's reminder, I answered the phone.
On the other end, a woman's shattered and incoherent voice called out, "Wanwan."
"Mom, what's wrong?" I softly comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm listening. Is there any news from Yan Hua?"
"Yes, your grandmother... she's been forced by the Ten Thousand Poison Hall to take an Oath Curse." My mom's voice was urgent yet stumbling, "They said that since the Vine Demon Lan Shaotang is dead, your grandmother must also bleed to death."
"I understand, I'll think of a way." I hung up the phone and looked into the sky not far off.
To be honest, I had no idea what to do.
The battle had reached a critical point, and interfering would only endanger Yu Longting and Old Zhao.
