Just as Li Huowang braced himself to move, the ringing of a cellphone interrupted him.
"Hold on," Ba Nanxu said, pulling out his phone and swiping to answer. "Hello? It's me. Yeah, he's right in front of me."
"No, I'm not going, no matter what. I don't know what's gotten into him, changing his mind after we already agreed. Are we sure we should be dealing with someone like this? Aren't you afraid you'll catch his madness?"
"Fine, you talk to him."
Ba Nanxu tossed the phone toward Li Huowang. "Catch. Zhao Shuangdian wants to talk to you."
Li Huowang caught it and hesitantly put it to his ear. A familiar, pleasant voice came through.
"We know more than Qing Wanglai. Join us, and you'll truly understand what's happening to you."
"I know what's happening to me. The doctor told me I have a mental illness. You don't need to repeat it."
