Night, deep and silent as the calm before a storm, brewed fear and unease.
While everyone was fast asleep, an urgent ring of the telephone—at that moment—pierced through the silence.
Startled awake!
In the Jing household, lights in the rooms of Old Master Jing and Mu Lin Jing Chen suddenly flared to life, and naturally, Song Qi's as well.
"Something has happened." There was certainty in that statement.
Mu Lin looked at Jing Chen and asked, "What's happened?" His brows furrowed tight; could those people have made their move so soon?
"This time, it's the Old Master Xue who's in trouble!" Jing Chen quickly got out of bed to dress. "Linlin, we must rush to the Xue family immediately, I believe they'll be in dire need of you." Old Master Xue had been seriously injured.
Mu Lin nodded, and in no time, they were both dressed and hurrying downstairs; of course, Mu Lin's dining companions were absolutely indispensable.