Back home, Lu Ban felt as if a long time had passed.
But in reality, it was only a bit more than a week.
After night fell, the spring breeze was warm, and he slept soundly.
The next day, Lu Ban sent Feng Yu a message to report his safety.
He did feel some regret that the token from the Mysterious Monarch, along with most of his previous body, had been left behind in the Temple. Otherwise, he could have taken it out and possibly inquired Feng Yu about who the original Mysterious Monarch actually was.
At noon, Feng Yu came over to Lu Ban's house.
She didn't say much, just brought some groceries over to cook.
Sweet and sour ribs, green beans with cured meat, hot and sour shredded potatoes, turnip and meatball soup—simple and plain, these were tastes of home.
They ate while watching TV.
"Speaking of that thing on Jiangcheng Mountain, is it still there?"
Lu Ban asked casually while watching the dancing aunties on the news.
"It is there, yet it's not,"
Feng Yu played a riddle.
