When Lin Fan ran back to the rental, he happened to see Brother Hei from next door opening his door. This put Lin Fan into that constrained state again and reminded him of what his neighbor had said last night.
"Little Lin, you gave us a bit too much..." Brother Hei seemed rather embarrassed. Lin Fan did not understand what he meant and was about to ask when the neighboring door opened again. Sister-in-law Hei grabbed Brother Hei and pulled him inside, continuing, "He already gave it to us. Are you really trying to return it? We're not..."
"What was that about?" The Lin Fan of the past had not paid it any mind. He pushed open the door and returned to his rental, but the current Lin Fan was sent spiraling by those words. By the time he came back to his senses, he had already returned from the past.
It was nearly one in the morning now, exactly one full day after the time he had left. The power of time he gained this time was not much—only eighty-nine threads. However, under the candle's absorption, the power of time that should have flowed to his superior mentor was taken in by the candle instead. The wick above his head had begun to smoke, yet it still would not ignite.
As if recalling something, Lin Fan opened his door and looked toward Brother Hei's room next door. He wanted to knock, but heard sounds coming from inside. He quietly pressed his ear to the door. Naturally, he was not trying to eavesdrop on their bedroom affairs; the sounds inside simply did not seem right.
"I'll give it back..." That was Sister-in-law Hei's voice, but before she could finish, she was interrupted. In his daze, Lin Fan seemed to hear