Dongfang Sansan ignored the urgent message from the Communication Jade, letting some soul vibrate intensely on the other side.
After dealing with two matters at hand, he finally leisurely picked up the Communication Jade.
Opened it calmly.
Only to see the messages had formed a dense string of text.
Dozens of them!
"What's going on? Heavenly King Flute?!"
"Why did the Heavenly King Flute suddenly attack Archer? Is he asking for death?!"
"How badly is my son injured? Is it serious?"
"I just sent a message to the little brat, no response. Is he still unconscious?"
"This damn coma is so severe... The injury is this critical!"
"What the hell is Yan Nan doing! How did he let the Heavenly King Flute assassinate Archer? Damn it, isn't he supposed to treat my son as a treasure?!"
"What went wrong in the middle?"
"..."
"Can you even say something?"
"Dongfang Sansan! Are you dead? Are you dead?! If not, say something, damn it!"
"Grandpa, why don't you reply, huh!"
"Damn it!"
