It was still early, so Yang Fan used his phone to call his master.
The call was quickly connected: "Master, it's me."
"How is it going? What's the situation? What about the Ghost King and Jing Liangmu?"
These past few days, Han Yi'an hadn't been able to sleep, constantly worrying how this kid was doing, facing the Ghost King and Jing Liangmu on his own. It certainly wasn't the story this kid and his wife told, about traveling with Daoist Gucheng.
Two great adversaries, along with the Green Winged Bird, if this kid really faced them on his own, the outcome would be uncertain.
Fortunately, this kid was still alive. As long as he's alive, there is still hope.
"Both of them are dead," Yang Fan responded simply and directly.
"Dead? Did you kill them?"
"Yes!"
"One against two?"
"Yes!"
Han Yi'an touched his forehead, not reacting for a long moment, then confirmed again: "You're not kidding, are you?"
"Master, absolutely not."
