"That's good!" Mr. Cheng said.
His heart, which had been raised in suspense, finally settled down.
"Ding ding ding..."
At that moment, Zhang Xiaohao's special phone rang.
"Master, Grandpa, you guys go ahead and talk, I'll take this call," Zhang Xiaohao said.
He took out his phone and walked to the side.
The phone connected.
The video image jumped, and Mr. Xu's figure appeared.
"Xiaohao, are you okay?" Mr. Xu asked with concern.
"If something was wrong, would I still be able to talk to you on the phone?" Zhang Xiaohao replied grumpily.
"Did you really wipe out the three forces of Guan Martial Arts Hall, Refining God Sect, and Yellow Wind Sect?" Mr. Xu asked again.
"Yeah! What about it?" Zhang Xiaohao responded, puzzled.
"Nothing! I was just asking, it's good that you're okay!" Mr. Xu said.
"Oh." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"By the way, there's something you should be careful about," Mr. Xu added.
"What is it, Mr. Xu?" Zhang Xiaohao inquired.
