Silence, a long silence.
Only blood silently seeped out of the phone, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound, spreading its contamination.
Even without any radio waves, the invisible curse still traversed the vast distance, unwaveringly affecting the Heavenly Furnace.
As if a greeting, or perhaps... a venomous hand that had been prepared for who knows how many years!
Marvellous Old Deng reacted as if he had seen a ghost, grabbed his knitting bag, and turned to slip away, without a thought of lending a hand... You did this to yourself, solve it yourself!
Additionally, oneself? Extend a hand? To the Heavenly Furnace?
Are you serious?
Thus, without hesitation, he turned and left.
Only Heavenly Furnace let out a silent sigh.
The fingers, quickly melting and exposing white bones, were restored again, the withered and decayed aura vanished without a trace.
"Your temper has gotten worse, Ah Yuan."
