Over the phone, Li Yitong's father's voice was extremely deep; you could feel a heavy pressure just from the sound.
Li Yitong let out a breath. "Dad, I have something interesting to tell you, but please, don't get too excited!"
"What is it?"
Li Yitong's father's speech remained brief.
"Dad! I met a successor of Tai Chi and even sparred with him!"
The moment she finished speaking, the call was disconnected.
Li Yitong pursed her lips and muttered helplessly to herself, "Just as I thought. Dad got excited and crushed his phone again. How many does that make this month..."
At that very moment, far away in the Magic Capital, Li Yitong's father was standing in the center of a training ground, opposite a panting young man. He glanced at the phone, now a pile of crushed fragments in his hand, and let out a helpless sigh.
"Father, what happened?" the young man across from him asked.
Li Yitong's father tossed the phone fragments aside. "Call your sister!"
