The moment Erlang God Yang Jian spoke, there was a long silence from Nangong Limu on the other end of the phone. He no longer knew what he could say.
How urgent the current situation was seemed evident to everyone; Nangong Limu had been anxiously waiting for the results of Ming Wu's divination. Who could have expected him to be kidnapped by unknown individuals at this time?
Is it not a case of trouble never coming singly, like a leaky roof meets a prolonged storm or a ruined vessel faces the adversarial winds? Truly, misfortune does not come alone.
Nangong Limu's eyes grew colder, his tone somewhat dejected as he spoke to the Erlang God on the phone, "I know, check from your side first and notify me if there's any news. I'll also try to figure out another way."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian nodded, "Alright, let's stay in touch."
