PHEW—
Standing in the small grove after finishing the Hidden Force version of the Northern Sect's Eight Pieces of Brocade, Zhang Beixing exhaled deeply. A faint sound, like rolling thunder, accompanied his breath. Inside his body, the blood that had been rushing like a torrential river finally quieted. It grew thick, almost like paste, flowing only with his breathing. He moved his body, expelling the accumulated sweat.
Zhang Beixing was about to find a wooden post to practice striking it underwater and test the power of his Hidden Force when his phone suddenly rang.
"Daddy, your son is calling! Daddy, your son's call—"
The urgent ringtone blared from Zhang Beixing's bag.
Hearing this, Zhang Beixing paused his intended water-striking practice. He walked over to his backpack and fished out his phone.
He saw an incoming call from an unknown number with a Shishi area code.
