Xuanyuan Wuji looked at his phone that had suddenly been hung up by someone, a flare of nameless anger rising within him. Still somewhat worried, he dialed another number, but this time, President Xuanyuan Wuji didn't call Second Master Han, Han Ziyue, but Nalan Fusui instead.
"Wuji, at this hour, why are you calling me? Disturbing one's sweet dreams is also a sin, don't you know?"
Nalan Fusui had finally fallen asleep when he was rudely awakened by Xuanyuan Wuji's call. He had a busy day, and on top of that, dealing with the affairs of Han's brothers, he had barely managed to persuade his precious sister, Shangguan Linlang, not to cause trouble and had just found time to rest. But now, in the middle of the night, Xuanyuan Wuji had disturbed him. How could he not be angry?
"You're still asleep? Do you know Linlang is about to go on a killing spree again? She's captured Han Ziyun."
