"Of course, I can endure the insults from the Japanese devils. How could I lose my composure just because of a few words from the Night Emperor."
Sword Wuya smiled reluctantly and said, "I'll try calling again."
Everyone looked at him with sympathy, realizing that this call could be made another day, especially since it's midnight now.
Logically, as martial artists, we should have gone to bed long ago.
But the thought of contacting the Night Emperor made us unusually excited, causing us to lose sleep and gather together to reach out to the Night Emperor.
Taking a deep breath, Sword Wuya picked up his phone and dialed the number.
He wore a smile on his face, pondering how to persuade the Night Emperor.
However, the moment he heard the sound through the phone, he was taken aback.
The big shots around him were equally bewildered.
"Hello, the user you are calling is currently on another call..."
Thud!
