Nie Beilou's timely words pulled Xi Jiu's crumbling rationality back on track.
He leaned against the wall, took a heavy breath, and closed his eyes to calm his mind.
Nie Beilou's voice sounded again over the phone: "After Xiao Qi turned twenty, I never had anyone calculate her fate pattern again. Here's what I'll do: I'll call up some of my friends who are into fate calculations shortly to have them calculate Xiao Qi's fate once more. If it turns out she indeed has a death fate..."
Nie Beilou paused, "Let's talk about this after you return to the country. I also want to ask that little brat how much she has been hiding from us."
Just the thought of his precious apprentice, once dead at an unknown time, made Nie Beilou both heartache and angry.
The young girl is not old, yet she has bold ideas and dares to keep anything secret.
Even having died once, she dares to bear it alone.
Does she think her master is dead?!
