"Did something happen within the sect?" Wang Zijia deftly changed the subject while eating, "Hadn't I told you? I'm not in complete isolation, you can contact me directly if anything comes up."
Though he didn't splurge on that terrifyingly expensive 'satellite phone,' he had left his identity card at the underground base with a divine thought avatar guarding it, so he could be notified promptly.
"No, nothing happened in the sect. It's all pretty quiet," Xiang Feifei looked at Wang Zijia, "It's about An Xingsheng."
"Hmm? What happened to him? Did the lad get caught trying to grease his own pockets?" Wang Zijia teased, "If he's caught, make sure you teach him a good lesson!"
Xiang Feifei heard the obviously teasing words but didn't laugh, "He took up a battlefield mission. He'll be heading to the northern battlefield in less than half a month."
