Chu Keqing's tone sank: "Something... isn't right!"
Chen Yan's eyes moved: "What's not right?"
Chu Keqing's tone turned cold: "That apprentice nephew called me this morning and hurriedly said one sentence to me! He said that Master was murdered!"
Chen Yan instinctively sat up straight: "And then?"
Chu Keqing shook his head with a stern face: "That's it! He just hurriedly said that over the phone, then the call was cut off. I tried contacting and calling back later, but no one answered!"
Changes appeared on Chen Yan's face as well!
Chu Keqing continued coldly: "I spent the entire day today asking friends I know in Port City to gather information. My third senior brother is indeed dead; the newspapers have published obituaries, and there's a mourning hall set up at the dojo.
However, the disciple who contacted me, his first apprentice, has vanished without a trace—nobody can find him.
