Young Master Hai was still trying to calmly say something to Qin Xin.
But suddenly, a strange whistle and the chaotic flapping of a raptor's wings sounded over the phone—dangerous.
Young Master Hai's words came to an abrupt halt.
A few seconds later, he continued hastily, with an unsteady tone—
"There's no time, Miss Lan, the intel is that you must never come to the Seventh Elder's place, and never investigate his affairs again. Leave, go as far as you can. Leave! Don't come... uh!"
With his final words of heavy emphasis, his breath cut off abruptly.
Yet his signal didn't end.
Qin Xin could vaguely hear the sound of birds flapping their wings over the phone.
Like the overwhelming flock that attacked the skies over the Divine Academy that day, even fiercer, using sharp beaks to savagely peck at something.
One peck after another, intensely concentrated.
Qin Xin suddenly realized that Young Master Hai's level of ability... wasn't very high.
