"Anyway, if you want to surprise Mom, you might as well wait until she's done shopping," Chen Yan said, clapping his hands with an air of relief, as though the matter had been settled.
He looked Chen Kefa up and down, then casually asked, "Dad, how are your injuries? Are they serious?"
"I'm fine. I'm not dead yet."
Chen Kefa waved a hand, forcing down the roiling blood and energy. He sounded casual, but inside, his thoughts were in turmoil.
After regulating his breathing for a while, he felt that the mental impact that had invaded his body, though domineering, lacked staying power. Given enough time, he should be able to wear it down.
But this was just a protective charm his son had casually left behind!
It had actually managed to injure a newly ascended Grandmaster like him?
That was absurd!
What on earth had this kid been through these past two years?
Just as Chen Kefa was racking his brains for an explanation, Chen Yan suddenly noticed his communicator screen lighting up.
It was Wang Anguo.
Chen Yan remembered that he had disconnected in front of everyone during the match. No wonder Wang Anguo was so worried. He quickly typed out a message explaining the situation and sent it.
The moment the notification sounded, Wang Anguo's reply popped up.
[Wang Anguo: I'm relieved nothing happened to you.]
[Wang Anguo: In that case, you and your father should both come over.]
The urgency of the old Grandmaster practically leaped off the screen.
"Let's go, Dad. Grandmaster Wang wants to see us." Chen Yan put away his communicator and called to Chen Kefa, who was still standing there in a daze.
"Grandmaster? Who are you calling Grandmaster?"
Chen Yan patiently explained, "Grandmaster Wang Anguo."
Chen Kefa came back to himself.