Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Chen Wang stood frozen in place.
"Son, what did Lu Yaozong say? Is he preparing to take you to meet your junior disciple?"
Chen Baiqiang, unaware of the truth, failed to notice Chen Wang's ashen face, instead asking with an expression full of anticipation.
Even a Battle Domain heavyweight had taken the initiative to meet the Sovereign Master's disciple, who must be a significant figure.
He excitedly said, "When your junior disciple arrives, we must treat him well. No, I'm going to have the preparations for the welcome made right now."
Chen Wang didn't say a word, just his face grew increasingly gloomy, tightening into a grimace.
"Son..."
Finally sensing something was amiss, Chen Baiqiang asked in a flustered manner, "Son, has something happened?"
"Bang!"
Chen Wang slammed his fist onto the table viciously and snarled, "Lu Yaozong, you old bastard, no matter how high his status or how strong he is, he's still my junior disciple."
