Something had happened to his advisor!
No matter how many things had Shen Le tied up, he had to put them aside at once. He soothed the little ones, then immediately began packing his bag, preparing to head to where his advisor was:
What exactly had happened to force his advisor to ask him for help? Hadn't he given him a Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword?
What demon or ghost could keep causing trouble under the suppression of a peach wood sword, even forcing his advisor to call for help?
Then again, if a demon or ghost could survive beneath the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword, could his advisor really hold it off?
Would he even have time to call him?
"Boss, tell me, what happened? Where are you now? I'll come right over!"
In their line of ancient architecture restoration, they were generally either working out of town or on the way to work out of town.
Out of the twelve months in a year, being on campus for three months already counted as pretty good—the only reason for those three months was classes, exams, and lab work.
Otherwise, they would have loved to spend the entire year working on projects outside.
"I'm in Coral Tree City—"
His advisor coughed repeatedly over the phone, his voice weak. Shen Le pricked up his ears, listening to the sounds coming from the other end of the call, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Boss, are you sick? Or injured?"
"No—cough, no. I just haven't slept well these past few days. We're doing a project here, restoring a batch of ancient buildings, and strange things have been happening lately.
Then today, several of your junior brothers and sisters suddenly disappeared!"
"How did they disappear? Did they run off on their own? Go missing? Or