The rain dampened the ground, stirring up a hint of mud's earthy scent, which wasn't unpleasant but rather charming.
Deng Chen held a cup of tea, sipping it while humming a small tune in rhythm with the phonograph.
Since becoming a disciple under the Dragon King Sect, he no longer lived a life of hiding and running; his life quality had significantly improved.
The telephone rang, and Deng Chen answered it.
"Hello, this is..."
"It's me."
Deng Chen was so startled that he almost spilled his tea. He immediately stood up and respectfully said:
"At your command."
If it was Tan Wenbin contacting him, he wouldn't exaggerate, but the person speaking on the other end, well, it was that one!
"You have one week to tidy up; bring those three to meet me in Nantong in a week."
"I can arrive tomorrow; no, I can arrive tonight!"
"In a week."
Tan Wenbin needed some more time to awaken, so there was no point in Deng Chen arriving early.
"Alright, respecting your command."
