The next day, Feixue Guild.
"Are you sure you are fine?" Cen Haorong worriedly asked Duan Yuan as he helped him sit on the chair.
"Yes. I even already attended classes today." Duan Yuan answered.
"What exactly happened that day?" Cen Haorong asked. "The livestream was suddenly cut off…" he muttered.
"Senior's mobile phone was crushed by a falling boulder." Duan Yuan answered.
"You were not hurt, were you?" Cen Haorong stared at him.
Duan Yuan shook his head. "No. It missed us both." He answered.
Later, Su Yu's mobile phone was retrieved by the police on the site and was sent to Han Yao.
"Thank god!" Cen Haorong heaved a sigh of relief. "You are very unlucky that an earthquake happened and you two were there…" he said.
But Duan Yuan cut him off. "It was not an earthquake." He spoke.
"What?" Cen Haorong muttered.
"Well, not naturally." Duan Yuan corrected. "It was the evil ghost reaching the zenith of its power." He told him.
"… WHAT?!" Cen Haorong was shocked.
