“Yeah, it’s me. Are you busy?” Lan Jue couldn’t hear the chill that had crept in to his voice.
“No, what is it,” Lan Qing responded.
“I’m with A-Cheng and A-Li,” Lan Jue explained. “We’re in Dreamburg, and where wondering if you’d like to join us in training for a little while. There’s only half a month left before this god-team battle we’ve committed to.”
Lan Qing was silent for a moment. Eventually his quiet, constrained voice replied. “Alright. Wait for me at the entrance to the arena.”
“Got it.”
As he hung up, Lan Jue lifted his eyes to see both Hades and Poseidon looking at him in horror.
“What…” DreamNet’s version of Zeus looked at the two of them in confusion.
Chu Cheng heaved a long sigh. “We really do live in an unfair universe,” he lamented. “Why the hell is the big guy always so nice and gentle to you. To me he’s cold as death!”
