These two old men had been staring at the phone all day long.
At that time, the dedicated number rang. Feng Jinghan and Zhuo Zhengxiu lunged for it, trying to pick up the phone.
Normally calm and composed Zhuo Zhengxiu's hands trembled unconsciously, "You... you answer it."
Feng Jinghan was also nervous and quickly answered the call, pressing the speakerphone, "Hello, how are you guys? Are you injured?"
"Dad, we are all good, we've found the items. Ah Hu and I will come back first, Ningyan and Junyue are still at the Ling tribe detoxifying, don't worry."
Upon hearing they weren't injured and had found the items, the two old men sighed with relief.
"That's good, that's good, we'll wait for you at home."
Thinking about them entering the ancient tomb, and not knowing whether they could successfully find the Blurry grass and Coffin shadow grass.
It felt like there was always a heavy stone pressing on their hearts.