Chapter 079: Duan Feihan, Go to the Rooftop Immediately

A cool breeze swept in on a spring evening, lifting the hem of Duan Xingye’s coat.
He felt as if he were a marionette, his body suddenly beyond his control. Duan Xingye’s face was stricken with terror. “What’s happening?”
There was no one else on the rooftop but him!
He struggled, but it was useless. Step by step, he moved slowly toward the edge of the rooftop…
This was the thirty-second floor, the very top of the building. If he fell from here, there would be no chance of survival!
“Calamity of bloodshed.”
“Don’t leave the cram school.”
The warning from Bai Chuwei suddenly echoed in his mind, thundering in his ears.
Duan Xingye had never considered dying. He had worked so hard preparing for the college entrance exam; he still had so many dreams…
His handsome face was deathly pale, sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.
He moved forward, step by step, and let out the loudest shout of his life: “Is anyone there? Help! Somebody help—!”
The cram school was on the twenty-eighth floor, and the top three floors were empty due to renovations; even the workers had left for the day by this late afternoon hour.
Duan Xingye screamed himself hoarse, veins bulging on his forehead, neck, and arms, but his legs didn’t pause for a moment.
Terror surged like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him entirely.

Suddenly, Duan Xingye remembered how he had so righteously told Bai Chuwei to believe in science, and now regret and fear churned violently within him.
“Help—!!!”
*
Bai Chuwei sat in a taxi, whose driver—clearly a fan of beauty—had been chatting with her nonstop, enchanted by her appearance.
But all at once, the lazy brilliance in her eyes sharpened, a chill flashing across her gaze. “No! That idiot Duan Xingye!”
Bai Chuwei cursed inwardly. Hadn’t she told him not to leave the cram school?
No matter how brazen a demonic cultivator, they wouldn’t make a move in a crowded place, especially somewhere like a cram school that would quickly attract public attention!
She ignored the driver entirely now, leaving the uncle to drive in awkward silence.
Bai Chuwei pulled out her phone and called Duan Feihan. This time, the call connected quickly, and she could vaguely hear the sound of a car door slamming shut.
Her words came in a rush: “Duan Feihan, where are you right now?”
Only then did Duan Feihan see the WeChat message Bai Chuwei had sent. Frowning, he replied, “I missed your message earlier because of traffic, but I’ve already reached Xingye’s cram school.”
Bai Chuwei’s tone was commanding: “Hurry, get to the top floor immediately. Duan Xingye is in trouble.”
The sharp edge in her voice made it clear something was wrong. Duan Feihan instantly understood. He abandoned his black sedan—still not fully parked—and dashed for the elevator, heading straight for the top floor.
The wind caught the hem of his unbuttoned black suit jacket, revealing a glimpse of a strong, lean waist.

Duan Feihan didn’t ask what had happened or why.
He knew Bai Chuwei would never joke about something like this.
“No… the thirty-second floor, the top of the building—there might not be enough time,” Bai Chuwei muttered, eyes closed.
It would take about two minutes to take the elevator from the ground floor to the top.
That was plenty of time for Duan Xingye to jump.
A surge of intense fury rose in her chest. In her five thousand years of life, the Ancestress had never been so humiliated.
How dare anyone make a move against Duan Xingye right under her nose?
Suddenly, the anxious sound of her phone calls in the taxi fell silent. The driver uncle, wanting to comfort the beautiful young woman, glanced up at the rearview mirror—
His pupils contracted in shock, his mind blanking out.
He slammed on the brakes, whipped around, and stared into the back seat—
The rear compartment was completely empty, not a trace of anyone ever having been there.