Watching the fleeing figure, Zhou You merely said with a smile, "Remember to take it home for your wife. That sect leader was quite unwilling when he drew the talisman—my friend had to go to great lengths to get him to lift his brush."
Li Sanli spat, then left.
Zhou You leaned back on the sofa and suddenly shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Whether I can make it back in time for your child's birth... Heh, I just hope I can return safely this time."
After that, several days passed in the blink of an eye.
Nourished by vast amounts of incense offerings and prayers, the Black Book repaired itself at an astonishing pace. It was now stable enough to enter.
After packing his luggage and placing the last few talisman arrows he had made into the Cang Ring, Zhou You looked around once more.
Then he raised his head and said with a smile, "Enter."
Xia'er had been feeling especially conflicted lately.
It was not just that business had been strangely busy, leaving her with more than ten times as much work as before. It was not that her rates were being driven lower and lower, leaving her with little money despite earning more. Nor was it that, after turning thirty, she felt her body becoming less and less capable of keeping up. Rather... she simply felt that her luck had been far too bad lately.
People always said she believed in all sorts of nonsense, but Xia'er felt that although luck was intangible, it must accompany everyone. When luck was good, even heaven and earth would lend you their strength. When luck was bad...
Did that even need an example? Wasn't she one herself?
She picked up her cup and took a sip of water. Yet