An hour later, Qin Heng arrived downstairs from Fang Lingxue's apartment.
He went upstairs alone without calling ahead to tell her.
When he reached the door, he saw light still leaking through the crack and knew Fang Lingxue had not gone to sleep. He raised his hand to knock.
At that moment, a voice came from inside.
"Is Qin Heng all right? Where is he now? How is he?"
It was Fang Lingxue. She was on the phone, and she was talking about Qin Heng!
Qin Heng could not hear what the person on the other end was saying.
But Fang Lingxue's next words came through clearly. She let out a sigh of relief and said, "You scared me to death. Couldn't you say the good news first? I thought, I thought..."
As she spoke, quiet sobs drifted out.
Qin Heng understood at once.
She was probably speaking to that "Uncle Ye."
Uncle Ye was a Great Martial Master. His strength was on par with Zhong Wanshan and Fu Yuntai's; he was one of the finest among martial artists and held no small standing in Base City.
What had happened that evening—Wang Jianming appearing at the Border Wall and blocking the assessment convoy—had probably already spread through the circle of high-level martial artists. Quite a few people likely knew the inside story.
The media did not dare make something like this public, but it was perfectly normal for those in the know to discuss it in private.
Uncle Ye knew Qin Heng was Fang Lingxue's boyfriend, so the moment he got the news, he had called overnight to tell her.
Hearing Fang Lingxue cry, Qin Heng felt a wave of guilt.
Fortunately, he had not died this time. Old Immortal Wang, the Curator, had saved him.
Otherwise, he truly did