“Zhi Luan!”
Zhi Luan looked up to see Yan Qincheng running toward him.
“You… what are you doing here?”
“I live just a few blocks away. I saw the fire and came running over here. What happened?”
Zhi Luan sighed,
“I have no idea. I was asleep when the old man’s voice woke me up. But I woke up to smoke everywhere that I could barely see. And the rest is history…”
There honestly wasn’t much Zhi Luan could explain because he too was at a loss for what happened.
Yan Qincheng could only sigh before asking again,
“And you… are you okay? That was a brutal fall you had there…”
“Yeah, I’m alright,” replied Zhi Luan bluntly.