Only then did Ai Jiangtu bow slightly to Fu Ye again.
"Lord Fu Ye, I won't disturb you any longer. I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, he saluted Fu Ye once more, then turned and left with steady, powerful strides.
Only after Ai Jiangtu disappeared around the corner.
Did Ai Tutu pat her chest and let out a long breath.
As if nothing had happened, Fu Ye said calmly.
"Let's go. Didn't we agree to have dinner?"
"Yes, yes, dinner!"
Ai Tutu's attention was immediately diverted, and she became lively again.
"I'm starving! Brother Fu Ye, you have to treat us to a feast today!"
"Alright, a feast."
Fu Ye smiled.
Before they knew it, a week had quietly passed.
After the nomination tournament ended, Mo Fan had yet to adjust his mindset and prepare for his next round of cultivation.
However, an urgent call from He Yu instantly threw all his plans into disarray.
On the other end of the phone, He Yu's voice was hoarse and trembling, thick with tears and panic that was nearly spilling over.
"Mo Fan. It's me, He Yu. Xiaohou, Xiaohou is missing! In the Ancient Capital. He went to investigate the undead, and even the military can't find him—"
Mo Fan's heart sank sharply.
Zhang Xiaohou was his brother. He had gone to that hellish place, the Ancient Capital, to investigate the undead disturbance?
And he had gone missing, with even the military helpless to do anything?
"He Yu, don't panic. Take it slow. What exactly happened?"
Mo Fan forced himself to calm down and asked in a low voice.
He Yu haltingly explained that Zhang Xiaohou had received a secret reconnaissance mission and gone to the outskirts of the Ancient Capital to investigate the increasingly rampant undead activity. He had