"Hello?"
Fang Cheng took off his mask, then pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.
"Brother Cheng, is everything okay on your end?"
Lin Chuqiao’s soft voice imdiately ca through the receiver, full of an urgent anxiety she couldn’t hide.
"I’m perfectly fine, of course, nothing’s wrong."
Fang Cheng heard this and casually replied.
"Uh..."
Lin Chuqiao was montarily taken aback by this casual tone, not knowing how to respond.
Seeing her rare loss of composure, completely different from her usual competence, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but smile slightly and then asked:
"Did you sense sothing just now?"
"Yeah."
Lin Chuqiao steadied herself, took a mont to consider, and then sorted out what she wanted to say:
"I just finished showering and was about to look at so docunts when suddenly my heart started pounding wildly, feeling like you were summoning ."
"I thought about it, so I called you to ask if anything was wrong and if you needed help."
"But I called three tis in a row, and you didn’t answer. I didn’t know what was happening."
"At the ti, I was anxious and couldn’t calm down, so I tried using the ditation thod you taught before to try to make contact with you."
Her voice paused as if recalling so scene that shocked her soul:
"After entering the ditation state, I saw an endless darkness, with the sun representing your consciousness completely swallowed by blood-red clouds, like an eclipse."
"I was very worried, thinking you must be in danger, so I kept silently calling out to you in my heart, but I didn’t get any response from you."
"Then suddenly, the obscured sun’s light surged, shining brightly, and the surrounding clouds caught fire, turning into fiery clouds."
"I opened my eyes sharply, feeling dizzy, like having ntal exhaustion after using prediction abilities continuously."
"After that, I couldn’t sense anything at all..."
At this point, Lin Chuqiao’s tone was full of concern:
"Brother Cheng, what exactly is happening over there?"
Fang Cheng nodded slightly in response, understanding in his heart.
The extraordinary battle in the inner world indeed reached her awareness to so extent.
anwhile, to counter the Lord of Slaughter’s invasive strength, he chose to gather all Believers’ spiritual energy through the Sun Heart Net.
Although he finally succeeded in repelling the enemy, it was a huge consumption, causing so effects on everyone who established a spiritual link with him.
The thought flashed through his mind, and Fang Cheng’s tone remained calm, soothingly reassuring:
"Don’t worry, it was just so clueless guy trying to sneak attack spiritually. I’ve already dealt with him."
"Was it soone from the Ideal Land?"
Lin Chuqiao’s voice trembled with tension upon hearing this.
"No."
Fang Cheng held the phone as he walked slowly to the window, looking at the quiet street below:
"An accidental encounter with a foreigner, no ties in East Capital, can’t even speak our language, just a stowaway mixed with the underworld."
Upon hearing "stowaway," Lin Chuqiao’s tightly wound nerves finally relaxed.
Since it was a random encounter with a foreign individual, the nature of the situation beca much simpler.
The person at least wouldn’t have any backing in East Capital or Xia Country, involving deeply rooted factions.
"That’s good... that’s good..."
She murmured, letting out a long breath.
Fang Cheng could imagine her on the other end, wearing a silky robe, furrowing her pretty brows, gently stroking her chest.
So he switched to a more relaxed tone and asked:
"With it being so late, are you still busy?"
"Oh, isn’t it because you’re the slacker causing trouble!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Chuqiao’s tone imdiately took on a touch of playful complaint:
"The construction of two new bases for the Illuminati, the setup of security systems, and the financial accounts... all the work is piled on , I’m almost exhausted."
"anwhile, you, the big boss, are having fun outside, carefree."
Her words carried the discontent of a lonely wife, complaining about her husband who never cos ho.
Fang Cheng found it sowhat amusing, and followed her words to ask:
"Xu Kuan and Jiang Yun, haven’t they helped share the work?"
"Them?"
Lin Chuqiao gave a light snort, her voice tinged with a hint of lazy complaint:
"Xu Kuan is reliable and hard-working, but he’s single-minded, never doing anything beyond what’s asked."
"As for that Jiang Yun, she’s too slippery, too cunning. I don’t dare entrust the accounts to her yet; I still need to oversee them personally."
"It’s hard on you."
Fang Cheng’s voice softened, carrying a note of apology.
"Once this busy period is over, I’ll give you a long vacation, and we’ll go on a holiday together."
"You said it, no backing out!"
A simple promise brightened Lin Chuqiao’s mood considerably, bringing a smile back to her voice.
She paused for a mont, seemingly flipping through docunts, then suddenly changed the topic:
"By the way, speaking of foreigners... that Red Hair we have, he seems to be on the verge."
"What’s wrong?"
Fang Cheng’s expression beca tense upon hearing this:
"Didn’t the Professor say the surgery was successful, he should wake up in a few days?"
"The surgery was a success."
Lin Chuqiao’s voice beca solemn again:
"But the doctors said he was shot three tis in the chest and abdon, and the shrapnel caused severe internal bleeding."
"Although the surgery desperately tried to repair it, the excessive blood loss led to ’traumatic shock’."
"So now, he’s experiencing multi-organ failure complications, his vital signs are very unstable, and his blood pressure and heart rate keep dropping."
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