"Contacting me at a time like this?"
Ye Li took out the jade slip, and a suspicion immediately arose in his mind.
More trouble, most likely.
He tapped it with a fingertip and connected the call.
"L-Lord Ye!"
The moment the connection opened, Lu Jiayan's anxious voice rang out from the screen of light:
"The Dao Lord of the Dragon Martial Prefecture suddenly contacted the Sea of Clouds Prefecture to ask personally about your whereabouts!"
"If I may be so bold, have you offended him somehow?"
"Dragon Martial came looking for me?"
Understanding dawned on Ye Li, though there was little surprise in his eyes.
He had destroyed the Skysoar Pavilion and slain the Sea of Clouds Dao Lord in quick succession. If the Dragon Martial Dao Lord failed to notice such a commotion, he would have lived hundreds of thousands of years for nothing.
"What did you tell him?"
On the other end of the jade slip, Lu Jiayan's voice abruptly rose with righteous indignation:
"My lord, that old bastard was utterly arrogant! He had no respect for anyone!"
"Who does he think he is? He actually dared to address you by name during the call!"
"I simply couldn't stomach his insolence! I couldn't bear to hear him show you the slightest disrespect!"
"So I thoroughly cursed that old wretch and eighteen generations of his ancestors to his face!"
"I certainly didn't diminish your prestige, my lord!"
Listening to her impassioned declaration,
Ye Li couldn't help chuckling:
"You're quite good at professing your loyalty."
Lu Jiayan's heart stirred. Believing her flattery had struck a chord with this god of slaughter, she immediately seized the opportunity:
"Being loyal to you is only my duty, my lord!"
Then she paused and changed tack, adding with apparent embarrassment:
"It's just... the Dragon