Late at night.
The streets of Qinghai City were sparsely populated, giving off an air of desolation.
The Trading Pavilion had also closed its doors for the night.
At the top level of the Trading Pavilion, there was a private suite.
Here, there was a bedroom, a dining room, a tea room, and a reception hall.
At this moment!
Fu Xiong sat alone in the tea room, with his head lowered, as if deep in thought.
On the tea table, the kettle was boiling, bubbling quietly, and the fragrance of tea wafted through every corner.
A moment passed.
Suddenly.
Fu Xiong took out an Image Crystal Stone, and a strand of Battle Intent surged into it.
Buzz!
Very soon.
A shadow materialized out of thin air, it was Fu An-shan.
Fu Xiong respectfully said, "Greetings, Father."
Fu An-shan nodded and asked with a smile, "Contacting me in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"
"Yes."
"And it's good news."
Fu Xiong said.
"Good news?"
