The Great Terror
Cultivation defied the heavens. Cultivators often refused to believe in fate, trusting only in themselves.
But Li Bai couldn't help wondering if some unseen will of Heaven had caused this high-fidelity CD to fall into his hands.
He checked the CD's audio properties with a media player. It had a high-definition audio specification of 24-bit and 384 kHz.
If his guess was right, then that was exactly what had happened.
Li Bai's expression grew serious. He picked up his phone and dialed a number he'd called not long ago.
"Hello, Ms. Yan. This is Li Bai. Do you remember the disc your son threw at me?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Doctor Li. If you want Xiao Yu to apologize, I'll make him do it right away. I'll compensate you for any damage."
Yan Jing had just answered the call and was feeling uneasy. The sudden call sounded as if he intended to hold her son accountable for his reckless behavior, but not quite.
"No, Ms. Yan, you don't need to apologize. I wanted to ask where that disc came from."
Realizing she had misunderstood, Li Bai hurriedly explained.
"The disc?"
Yan Jing froze, looking bewildered.
Other than seeing her son flick the silver disc with a rubber band during one of his hyperactive episodes, she had no memory of it. She hadn't even known there was a disc hidden in the room before then, and she hadn't brought one with her from Hujiang City.
"Please wait a moment!"
Yan Jing looked toward her son, who was chatting and laughing with her husband, Qiu Haoyang.
Just as Doctor Li had promised, Xiao Yu hadn't made any strange noises or shown any aggressive or destructive behavior since then. He seemed no different from a normal child.
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