"It's me!" Lin Xiaosu's voice echoed, filled with aged compassion.
Indeed, it was the voice of Qiu Sang.
But Blood Trace's heart skipped a beat. Just two words, and he was uncertain. Are you sure he was talking to his disciple, claiming "It's me" and not referring to himself as "Master"?
The arrow had left the string; no matter what, he had to stall for a minute.
Because he could feel the complexity in Dragon Eye cracking the interference program on the other side. It would indeed take more than a minute...
"Master, what's the situation?"
"There are some variables."
"May I ask, Master, what kind of variables?" The disguised voice on the phone conveyed urgency.
Blood Trace's heart slightly eased. By instilling such an emotion, the call could last a bit longer. Indeed, Lin Xiaosu was good at creating opportunities.
Lin Xiaosu sighed softly, "Some forces have entered the fray."
"Which force?" the other side asked.
"Think carefully, you can guess it..."
"Qianlong?!"
