"Madam Hu is dead? When did this happen?"
"You finally decided to come out!" Huang Zai'an glared at her, his face puffing up with anger.
"What do you mean, I shouldn't come out?"
Qi Yue glanced at the sun on the horizon, "It's not like I'm that late, right? You, as a master, berate your own apprentice like this?"
"Hmph—hmph hmph!!"
Huang Zai'an pursed his beard, issuing several exaggerated snorts.
"Not that late? Are you sure? Do you want to look at the calendar? See how many days you've missed today?"
A bad premonition rose in Qi Yue's heart.
Could it be that a whole day had already passed today, not just a few shichen?
"Ah, let's not do that. Isn't it just a few shichen late? Let's not make a big fuss..."
"Make a big fuss?" Huang Zai'an whooshed a calendar out from his bosom, "You look, take a good look, are those just a few shichen you missed?"
Qi Yue silently recalled.
The night was long, but it wouldn't amount to a few days, at most a day.