"Lu Fang, what's the matter?"
From the other end of the phone, a magnetic, aged voice came through.
"Teacher, I need to consult you on something."
Lu Fang got straight to the point.
His teacher was the famous Ji Xuantong, known as the number one grandmaster in Hang City, his strength nearing the Breakthrough Fifth Rank.
Ji Xuantong was straightforward and blunt, quick to speak and quicker to act. If you were polite and circuitous with him, he'd think you were wasting time and would hang up on the spot.
Lu Fang said,
"Teacher, I've just dealt with the bodies of two cultists. During the autopsy, it seemed like their hearts had pathological changes, with vague human faces and hair formations. You've traveled widely and seen much, so please give me some advice."
There was silence on the other end for a moment.
Ji Xuantong's tone was somewhat grave as he replied,
