"Where did you lose the package? And what place are you in?" I asked hurriedly. Zhao Qian had lost something, yet her phone still had power, which meant she couldn't have been gone for long. It was very possible that she was still alive—very possible.
"Oh, this is Golmud City in Qinghai Province. I wonder if you know it, Benefactor?" the man on the other end replied.
At first, I thought he was calling Zhao Qian the "benefactor"—the word sounded just like "the person who lost it," after all. But when he addressed me that way, I suddenly realized he was a monk.
I didn't know where Golmud in Qinghai was, but that was no problem with the map system on my phone. I quickly said, "Master, I'll head over right away. Could you wait for me a day? I'll get there as quickly as I can. If it's convenient, I hope you can leave me an address where I can reach you."
"Oh, that's no problem. We monks take pleasure in helping others and forming good affinities. Since I picked up the Benefactor's belongings, I naturally must return them. When you arrive in Golmud, just call this number," the monk said.
"Thank you so much, Master. Let's leave it at that for now... I need to take another call." After speaking, I hung up on the monk and noticed that my phone was receiving another call at that moment. Curious, I checked it and found that it was from Zhao Xi.
When I answered, the other end was already in complete chaos. Startled, I hurriedly asked, "Uncle Zhao, what happened?"
"Yitian! I know you're busy, but this time, you absolutely have to help Qianqian. Zhao He has ascended to the Upper Realm, and I have only one daughter left..."