Taking a deep breath, Hua Xiaotian clenched his teeth and nodded, an indescribable feeling welling up inside him.
Just then, the phone in his pocket began to buzz, shattering the tranquility of the mountaintop.
His ears twitched. Noticing Hua Xiaotian still hadn't answered after a few seconds, Demi-Immortal Qilian shook his head and spoke with indifference, his back still turned. "Answer it!"
"Yes, Master!" Hua Xiaotian replied, pulling out his phone. He frowned when he saw the caller ID.
Someone from the Guardian Institute is calling me? Did something happen in Jinling again?
His brows twitched as he slid his finger to answer. "What happened?"
"Master Hua! Werewolves have infiltrated Huaxia!" the squad leader's voice crackled, urgent and fearful. He had just finished a patrol inside Eleven Bar and was now standing on Nanjing Avenue in Jinling.
"What? Damn it! When? How did our people not notice?" Hua Xiaotian exclaimed, utterly shocked.
