"Why don't we call Little Grandpa A-Qi again and urge him? I feel like if I keep forcibly suppressing my cultivation realm like this, something's bound to go wrong with my body sooner or later." The young man followed behind Su Clan's Sixteen and suggested this.
Sixteen took out her phone and handed it to him.
Young man: "???"
"Why don't you make the call to A-Qi yourself and see?" Su Clan's Sixteen said.
The young man reached out to take the phone and swiped open the call history.
He subconsciously glanced at the name at the very top of the call log—Song Shuhang.
Sixteen had been talking to this guy just now?
Judging from the name, he should be a male cultivator.
No wonder Miss Sixteen's voice had been so soft when she was on the phone just now, as if it could squeeze water out. She had practically sounded like a different person. So the person on the other end had been a male cultivator.
Come to think of it... he seemed to have heard this name from Su Clan's Sixteen and Little Grandpa A-Qi over the past six months. It sounded somewhat familiar.
Heh, I'll definitely find out who this guy is later, the young man thought.
Then he swiped down through the call history, found Su Clan's Seven's name, and tapped it.
The call was answered very quickly.
"What kind of blade is a blade~~ A ghost-head broad saber~~ What kind of monkey is Big Macaque~~ A bowl-sized scar where the head fell off~~" Su Clan's Seven's bold voice rang out from the phone.
The young man wore a dumbfounded expression.
It really was Little Grandpa A-Qi's voice.
But what was with that bizarre song? And if he listened carefully, he could vaguely hear all kinds