I was going to see Palace Master, why would dark clouds gather overhead? Could it be that Palace Master is in danger? Zhang Yuanqing felt a pang of urgency in his heart. Without a word, he grabbed his phone and dialed the number of the Palace Master of Zhisha Palace.

"Beep beep..." After a few seconds, the phone connected, and a lazy, charming, and melodious female voice came from the speaker: "I'm sleeping. Didn't we agree to meet tonight? Do you miss me that much?"

Hearing this voice, Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, both because the Palace Master was still in the mood for teasing, indicating that there was no danger, and because of her tone.

In the past, when communicating with the Palace Master, she always had a smiling face, appearing as a knowledgeable and experienced young mature woman, and her tone never changed.

Only when he questioned her about his father's past would she put away that frivolousness and become serious.

This was actually very abnormal. People have joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures, and emotional changes. It's impossible to have only one side.

The Palace Master of the past seemed to be deliberately maintaining a monotonous personality to face him, in order to suppress her emotions.

But now, the Palace Master's voice was soft, sweet, and lazy, as if complaining that her boyfriend was disturbing her sleep. The madwoman is no longer mad.

Zhang Yuanqing was sincerely delighted, which could reduce his guilt and also avoid being hung up and beaten by the crazy sister for saying the wrong thing.

"I want to come over now because I can't be sure whether I'll enter the dungeon today or tomorrow," Zhang Yuanqing said.

He was worried that he would enter the dungeon tonight.

Anyway, the matters at hand had already been completed, so there was no need to drag it out until twelve o'clock tonight. At this time, Guan Ya probably heard a woman's voice on the phone, picked up her nightgown, put it on, and walked over.

"Alright," the Palace Master's voice was still soft and sweet, "Come to Good Music Hotel and wait for me."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to say another word and hung up the phone.

As soon as he pressed the hang-up button, Guan Ya's snow-white lotus arms embraced him from behind, and she snatched the phone, humming and saying, "Whose phone call?"

She released her boyfriend's waist, glanced at the call history, and frowned: "Palace Master of Zhisha Palace?"

But she didn't ask further, but opened the address book and searched for keywords such as "Fu Xue", "Mother-in-law", and "Aunt", but there was still no content. She also searched for "girlfriend's mother" and "young mother-in-law".

Zhang Yuanqing squinted his eyes and watched her acting up silently.

When he saw her enter "girlfriend's mother", he couldn't help but speak, teasing, "Guan Ya, you understand me."

Guan Ya "humphed" and opened the address book again, entered her mother's phone number, confirmed that she hadn't added her as a friend, and returned the phone to her boyfriend.

"Guan Ya, you actually checked my phone. That's not like you," Zhang Yuanqing put the phone in his pocket, "Are you worried that I'm contacting your aunt privately?"

In his perception, Guan Ya was a very confident woman. Her figure, appearance, family background, and vision determined her confidence.

So she rarely gets jealous, and doesn't check her boyfriend's phone from time to time like those reserved young ladies.

Guan Ya hummed again: "My mom's methods are too clever, I'm afraid you can't resist the temptation. I don't want her to suddenly say to me one day, 'From now on, Yuanshi Tianzun is your... Uncle Zhang.'"

"Then we can each address each other as we please. I'll be your Uncle Zhang, and you'll be my girlfriend." Guan Ya pinched his face angrily: "Are you still making jokes?" "Aren't you doing the same?"

The two laughed and joked, fooling around, and rolled back into bed again. Before long, the "creaking" sound from the bottom of the bed started again.

Kyoto.

In the basement, Ling Jun sat cross-legged within a formation carved with spiritual runes. Nine white candles were lit around the edge of the formation, burning with a faint green flame.

"Once the candles turn to a bright flame, the ritual will be complete."

Victoria, with a good figure and pretty face, sat outside the formation and said, "What's the matter with this return?"

Ling Jun thought for a while and confessed, "I inquired about some of my seventeenth brother's past."

"Your seventeenth brother?" Victoria recalled for a moment, remembering this distant old friend, "Ling Tuo, right? He pursued me back then, but unfortunately I don't like naive and passionate men." Saying this, she glanced at Ling Jun coldly.

Ling Jun felt inexplicably guilty, cleared his throat, and told Victoria the intelligence about the Xiaoyao organization.

Victoria frowned deeply after listening: "Do you suspect that the Sect Master killed Ling Tuo?"

"Not sure. I came back to Kyoto to investigate this matter," Ling Jun said in a low voice: "My father is still in the dungeon. This is an opportunity, but I'm worried that his confidant elders will notice something is wrong, so I asked you to grant me the secrets of Taiyin."

Victoria sneered: "How can you be sure that I'm not your father's confidant?" "I can't be sure," Ling Jun shook his head and sighed: "But if it's you, I will die in your hands without regrets. Victoria, you are the only woman I have ever deeply loved in this world."

"Tsk, tsk, you're much better at sweet talk than you were back then."

"This isn't sweet talk, my actions show my sincerity," Ling Jun didn't continue, and asked, "How much do you know about my seventeenth brother?"

After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing drove to the Good Music Hotel in the suburbs of Songhai. He immediately saw Gao Qian, the little brat Gao Qian’s uncle, acting as the front desk.

Back then, because of the Xiahou family's matter, Gao Qian left the obstetrics and gynecology department of Pingtai Hospital and disappeared without a trace. He didn't expect to be arranged here by the Palace Master of Zhisha Palace.

Doing the same job as Xiao Yuan.

"Long time no see." Zhang Yuanqing walked to the front desk and greeted him with a smile.

Gao Qian looked him up and down and said with emotion, "It's only been more than four months, but I feel like it's been four years."

"Back then, you were still an intern working with a mixed-blood beauty, but now you have become a prominent figure who attracts worldwide attention."

Zhang Yuanqing joked, "It's good that you're still alive. Well, that mixed-blood beauty is my girlfriend now. By the way, what level are you at?"

"Not yet upgraded, only increased 50% of experience points," Gao Qian smiled and said, "I only enter non-death dungeons. For me, upgrading is not the key, survival is the top priority." "That's true," Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Which room is the Palace Master in?" "The leftmost room on the 3rd floor." After Gao Qian finished speaking, he hesitated to speak, took a deep breath, and said, "Is he, is he still there?"

Zhang Yuanqing smiled: "Of course he's still there. I can't bear to use him to fight the enemy."

He gently exhaled a mouthful of Taiyin energy, which turned into a round and cute baby on the counter.