"Lin, are you still in Magic City?"
Alice's not-so-fluent Huaxia language came through the phone.
"No, I'm planning to hang up my armor and settle down to live peacefully with my wife,"
Feng Lin said calmly.
"What do you mean?" asked Alice, puzzled.
"I fought with a master and forced my body's meridians to circulate. Now my meridians are ruined, and I can never become an Ancient Martial Artist again,"
Feng Lin sighed helplessly.
"You're kidding me, right?" Alice's voice grew heavier.
"If you knew who I fought with, you would believe it."
Feng Lin grabbed Alice's hand; she was not an Ancient Martial Artist.
Yet the driver dared to stand in front of Wang Haizhu.
Feng Lin grew even more curious about her identity.
"That's really a shame."
After saying that, Alice hung up the phone.
Her reminder made Feng Lin recall that there were still a few matters in Magic City he had not yet dealt with.
He first called Li Pingquan, so that Sun Xuanrui could leave.
