"Hey! Fellow Cultivator Tang?" Shabby Taoist Master screamed urgently over the phone.
"What's up?" Tang Hao was nervous when he heard the voice.
Listening to the tone of voice, he guessed that Shabby Taoist Master must be in trouble.
"Please come and save me!" Shabby Taoist Master roared with all his might. Then, sounds of screeching tires and cars bumping into each other were heard.
Tang Hao was shocked and confused.
From the noises, he guessed that Shabby Taoist Master was in a car chase. Someone was planning to take his life.
Shabby Taoist Master was a cultivator from Mao Mountain. Who would be brazen enough to take his life in public?
Given the circumstances, it was not convenient for him to ask the reason. "Where are you?" He asked.
"I'm on the north side of your district. City East Expressway… I think? I'm driving westward. Come here quickly!"
The phone call abruptly ended.
