At the sight of that familiar iron gate, Zhou You let out a long breath of relief.
After he dealt with the bureau chief, nothing else went wrong. Those people even found an excuse to renew his expired visa. Zhou You boarded his flight without any trouble, then visited Mount Mao first—his nominal apprentice was buried at the Shangqing Sect, but the mountain was closed off, so he could not enter. Still, he burned some spirit money before his memorial tablet.
Then, after saying goodbye to a tearful Uncle Zhao and Sect Leader Chen, who bristled with anger but dared not lose his temper, he spent another two days traveling before finally arriving at his own doorstep.
And as for the date he had originally promised to return...
He was already more than half a month late.
He took a deep breath, braced himself, took out his key, and quietly opened the door—
Then he poked his head inside and furtively looked around like a thief.
—Good. No movement.
Carrying the gifts he had specially bought, Zhou You stepped as softly as possible—to be honest, he had not been this cautious even when infiltrating the Royal City. But just as he was about to enter the bedroom, a face floated through the wall.
An expressionless face that anyone could tell was like a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest touch.
Zhou You stopped dead.
After a long moment, he plastered on a smile and laughed awkwardly.
"Well, uh, long time no see. This time... um... I'm really sorry. My flight back from that vacation spot was delayed... Oh, no, there was a sudden major earthquake, so I got held up for a while..."
Little Female Ghost simply watched him without speaking.
Feeling guilty, Zhou You spotted his gifts