Just as Li Huowang's feet were beginning to exert force, a cellphone ringtone interrupted his actions.
"Pause for a moment." Ba Nanxu said, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear. "Hello? It's me. Yeah, right in front of me."
"No, I'm not going. I don't know what kind of madness he's up to, changing his mind like that. Do we really need to get involved with someone like this? Aren't you afraid of catching something?"
"Fine, you tell him." Ba Nanxu tossed the phone towards Li Huowang, "Catch, Zhao Shuangdian wants to talk to you."
Li Huowang reached out and caught it, hesitantly putting it to his ear. A familiar, pleasant voice came through.
"We know more than Qing Wanglai. Join us, and you'll truly understand what's happening to you."
"I know what's happening to me. The doctor told me. I've got a mental illness. You don't need to repeat it."
