At the sight of the phone still on a call, a "Fuck your mother" rose to Zhang Yuanqing's throat.
Clearly, before the fight, the burly man in the black tank top had called Xiahou Tianyuan and left the phone here.
Everything that had happened during the fight, including the black-tank-top man's cry of "Night Wanderer," had been heard by Xiahou Tianyuan.
In other words, Xiahou Tianyuan knew that the one who had killed his subordinates and taken the "hostage" was a Night Wanderer.
Given how rare Night Wanderers were, his stance on the Stop-Killing Palace matter, and his "relationship" with Wang Qian, Xiahou Tianyuan would have to be brain-dead not to suspect him first.
Was he really a Fire Master? The fuck kind of Fire Master was this? Did Fire Masters have brains like this? Zhang Yuanqing cursed furiously in his heart. He bent down to pick up the phone and said hoarsely:
"Hello?"
"Yuanshi Tianzun, was it you?!"
Xiahou Tianyuan's calm voice came through the speaker.
"You don't need to interfere in this matter. I have no intention of making an enemy of you. I won't pursue the deaths of those people you killed. As long as you leave that woman behind and leave immediately, our grudge will be settled. No—I can even give you a few items. Or whatever you want, we can discuss it. Don't hang up."
Xiahou Tianyuan was on his way over. Right now, he desperately wanted to stall for time and keep Yuanshi Tianzun steady.
Zhang Yuanqing sneered. "I'm not Yuanshi Tianzun. I'm your fucking father!!"
He hung up, casually tossed the phone into the fire, then sent the tightly shut bedroom door flying with a kick.
Amid a thunderous BANG, Zhang Yuanqing charged into the bedroom, his gaze sweeping across it.
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