In the crafting table, there was a telephone.
Levin Lake carefully put the cigarette butt away, walked to the bottom of the crafting table, and gently pressed his hand on it.
Ding!
The seemingly solid crafting table suddenly popped out a drawer.
Inside the drawer, there was a phone.
This was the only way to contact the powerful ancestor.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, Levin Lake never used it.
He took out the phone, took a deep breath, and pressed the green button on it.
Ten seconds later.
The call connected.
"Ancestor..."
"I know about the situation at Moon Manor. Remember, avoid that West Tower. As long as you don't provoke him for the time being, there won't be any trouble."
Pranay Martinez's lazy voice came through the receiver. "That guy is not someone you can mess with, as for the others, just sit back and watch the situation unfold. Don't worry, I've informed them, they won't create unnecessary trouble."
