"Young master."
A moment later, Chen Qing walked over, crouched beside him, and without saying a word, injected a vial of medicine into his shoulder. She spoke softly, "How is it? Old... No, the Nightmare Master—he's still alive, isn't he?"
Lu Zicheng kept his head down, his damp bangs obscuring his face. His voice was hoarse as he replied, "I don't know. I just wanted to kill him. Even if I can't kill him, I'll do everything I can to stop him."
Chen Qing reached out tentatively and patted his head softly. "Minister Lu called," she said quietly.
She handed the phone over and pressed the answer button.
Lu Zicheng glanced at the name displayed on the screen but said nothing.
"Why didn't you answer your phone when I called?"
Lu Zijin's voice carried her usual spoiled and domineering tone.
Lu Zicheng paused for a moment and replied in a low voice, "My phone shattered during the fight."
"Heh."
