"Cyan Dragon, I am at the Fifth Detention Center in Shencheng. I won't be back at Qingyun Temple until the day after tomorrow. You can come another day." The voice of Master Qingteng said over the phone.
Zhu Qinglong's face showed surprise, and he asked, "Master, how did you end up in a detention center?"
"It's nothing serious, just a little setback. But this prison can't hold me. I'm taking the opportunity to heal my injuries here." Master Qingteng's tone was relaxed.
"Master, you're injured? Who hurt you?" Zhu Qinglong asked with concern.
He knew his master's strength, being at the level of a Grandmaster Tier Five. There were very few in Shencheng who could injure his master.
"It's just a minor wound, not life-threatening. As for the one who injured me, you're not his match. I'll seek revenge myself once I'm out. No need to worry about me." Master Qingteng's voice was cold and harsh.
Clearly, he was filled with hatred at the thought of the person who had hurt him.
