On the other end of the phone, Luo Guanyun was silent for a few seconds before replying gravely:
[Do you have to go?]
Meng Chuan clenched his teeth and answered with unwavering resolve:
[This started because of me. I got my uncle dragged into it, so I have to go.]
His mind filled with memories of how his uncle had always taken meticulous care of him.
They're obviously prepared for this. So what? If I choose to hide like a coward this time, I'll never forgive myself.
Better to die bravely than live in shame.
Luo Guanyun replied helplessly, with a hint of relief in his voice:
[All right. Give me the address. I'll tell Long Jiu to head over. He can get there faster than I can since he's in the city.]
As he spoke, Thunder True Qi surged around Luo Guanyun.
A dark cloud formed out of True Qi out of thin air, then settled steadily beneath his feet.
In an instant, his coat fluttered in the howling wind, leaving behind a fleeting afterimage where he had stood.
[There are some things your uncle surely wouldn't want to see either. If you find yourself unable to handle the situation... don't force it. Above all, keep yourself safe.]
[Understood.]
After hanging up, Meng Chuan immediately composed himself.
When great things were afoot, he remained calm. His gaze was peaceful, yet carried a bone-deep killing intent.
Outside, the clouds were as black as ink, weighing heavily across the entire night sky.
Raindrops the size of beans fell from the clouds, weaving a curtain of rain.
The rain poured down in torrents, and the wind howled.
Expressionless, Meng Chuan straddled Teacher Luo's motorcycle and pulled the hood of his windbreaker firmly over his head.
Raindrops pattered against the engine casing. Meng