Yang Fan, walking on the road, immediately took out his phone and called his master, who was well-versed in various topics, surely he would know about Soul Eater and perhaps only such a knowledgeable and talented old man would know how to resolve the backlash from Soul Eater.
On the other end of the phone was a yawn, "Rascal, what time is it and you're still not sleeping!"
"Master, I've run into some trouble!" Yang Fan said softly, unsure of how his master would react when he reveals that he is the master of Soul Eater.
Noticing something off in the boy's voice, Han Yi'an instantly lost all desire to sleep, "What happened?"
"Master, I've gotten the Soul Eater!"
"What? Soul Eater, you must be out of your mind, for ordinary people Soul Eater is just a useless piece of iron!"
"Master, but I'm not an ordinary person!"
Han Yi'an paused for a few seconds before responding loudly, "Are you saying, you are the master of Soul Eater?"