Although it was three in the morning, the lights were bright at the Lingzhou City Martial Arts Department (MAD).
Duan Tianhe himself was sitting in his office with a somber look on his face.
Outside, Cheng Dongfeng was yawning as he entered.
He strode in casually, sat on the sofa opposite Duan Tianhe's desk and complained, "Old Duan, what are you thinking? What time is it? I fell asleep just a moment ago."
Duan Tianhe merely smiled in return. "Old Cheng, how's your cultivation? Is it stable now?"
Then, as he saw Cheng Dongfeng nod, his voice turned serious. "I've just received news of a major explosion over at the Ningdong Mines. Witness has seen a towering pillar of flames that rises into the air even from dozens of miles away."
"Oh?"
Cheng Dongfeng's gaze changed and he promptly lost all drowsiness. "Has the cause been determined? Could something had triggered a gas explosion in a mine?"
"Not likely."
