"Hey? Who are you?"
The lazy voice of the old man echoed through the phone, clearly having completely forgotten about Xu Fan, and he couldn't even remember Xu Fan's phone number.
Xu Fan gritted his teeth, but his voice betrayed nothing unusual as he calmly asked the old man, "Master, it's me. Did you recently take on another disciple?"
"Oh, it's you! I'm busy, no time to take on any disciples!"
"By the way, did you catch a fever? Why does your voice sound shaky? And why are you suddenly asking such strange questions?"
Upon hearing the voice from the phone, Xu Fan's annoyance erupted, and he shouted into the phone, "Old man! If you didn't take on a disciple, are you just going to ignore your disciple's life now? Didn't we agree on dealing with that Mu idiot? Why did you suddenly disappear!?"
