บท 1072: Thunderstorm, My Paradise!

"He isn't Han Tuhu?" A high-pitched voice came from the other side. "Tell me about it. What happened exactly after you were engaged?"

Li Yao frowned. The voiceprint of the other speaker turned into several dull straight lines on his lens.

It was obvious that the guy was manipulating his vocal cord with a certain piece of sound-changing magical equipment.

The speaker's voice had been disguised. It was impossible for him to find out the speaker's identity through it.

Duanmu Ming relayed everything that had happened after he encountered Li Yao as quickly as possible. The other speaker simply listened in silence and did not comment.

Twenty-five seconds… Twenty-six seconds…

On the lens on Li Yao's retina, a 3D map of the capital city of the Star Glory Federation was being magnified. The rough coordinates were turning into a series of data, and the specific location was about to be ascertained.