Zhuang Xian had a bad feeling about this. She picked up her phone and called her master from Saint Valley Medicine.
The phone rang for a long time before someone took it.
"Hello?"
As Zhuang Xian listened to the familiar voice, she smiled." Master Yan! It's me, Xian' er! Did you forget how to answer the phone again?"
Yan Zhou held the smartphone in his hand and stiffly put it to his ear. He shouted, "Xian' er! What's the matter? Why are you calling so late?"
The valley master of Saint Valley Medicine, Yan Zhou, was over 70 years old. He was not very good at using modern smartphones. Fortunately, his eldest disciple was with him tonight. Otherwise, Zhuang Xian would have missed her master again!
It was indeed time for the old man to sleep.
Zhuang Xian smiled helplessly and whispered to Yan Zhou, "Can't I just call you because I miss you?"
