Fu Ye stood before the floor-to-ceiling window.
The Little Fox on his shoulder had shrunk to the size of a palm. Her fur was white as snow, and her nine tails swayed leisurely as she narrowed her eyes in feigned sleep.
She seemed somewhat curious about the sights of the human world around her, yet also somewhat disdainful of them.
At that moment, she had completely concealed her aura and looked like nothing more than an excessively beautiful exotic pet.
In his hand,
he held Jiang Shaojun's specially encrypted phone.
Yet in his hands, it had been unlocked as easily as a toy.
He found the number labeled "Chatty Little Sister" in the contacts.
And called it.
The call was answered almost instantly.
An anxious female voice came through, choked with sobs and disbelief.
"Brother?! Is that you, Brother?! Where are you?! Are you still alive?!"
"Jiang Shaojun is with me. He isn't dead yet."
Fu Ye's voice was calm and unruffled.
"I sent you the address. Come see for yourself."
After saying that, he hung up before the other party could react and casually sent the address via text message.
On the other end of the line,
in the outskirts of the Imperial Capital,
Jiang Shaoxu stared blankly at the phone emitting a busy tone for two seconds.
Then, she used her family's connections to request a military helicopter.
Less than three hours later,
she rushed into the sanatorium in a frantic hurry.
When Jiang Shaoxu saw her brother's familiar yet pale and frail face inside the medical pod, she dropped to her knees directly beside the bed.
At that moment, she was carefully sensing Jiang Shaojun's stable life force.
Only after a long while did she remember the young man who had called her.
She hurriedly turned around