On the way back to the hotel, Ling Chen suddenly received a call from an unknown number.
The call connected, and Ling Chen greeted, only to hear a familiar voice on the other side: "Ling Chen, it's me."
"Zhou Jun?" Ling Chen recognized the voice and asked with a smile, "What made you think of calling me?"
"This time, it's on behalf of my old man; I specifically called you. Hey, are you free these days? Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion would like to invite you over as a guest and give you the reward we owe you."
"That might be a bit inconvenient; I'm in Beijing, maybe..."
"You're in Beijing?" Zhou Jun laughed loudly: "That really is a coincidence."
Ling Chen was slightly taken aback and said with a tone of surprise, "From what you're saying, could it be that the headquarters of Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion is in Beijing?"
