You'll Be The First

Could this old man be the friend his grandfather was talking about?

"Are you Grandpa's friend from Xiangjiang?" Ye Chen asked.

There was no answer from the other end of the phone.

After a long silence, the aged voice said, "I just received news that the Fallen Sword sect has entered the capital and is heading toward the Ye family's residence."

"I don't have much time to explain. If you agree to let me take you away, I'll rush over there immediately."

Ye Chen frowned and said, "What about my mother and the others?"

"Their lives are worthless. Your life is valuable. I can only take you with me."

Ye Chen sneered when he heard such baffling words.

"Then there's no need for that. I can settle my own matters."

Then, he hung up.

At the same time, on the top floor of the Maoyuan Building in the capital, an old man holding a wine gourd shook his head helplessly. He grabbed his phone and instantly turned it into powder.