Dusk.
Outside the Inner City of Nanyang Prefecture, Lin Heng Alley.
Chen Mu stood at the door, seeing off the carpenter who had come to repair the windows and doors.
He looked up to see Jie Jia walking leisurely towards him from the end of the street.
Chen Mu didn't bother to acknowledge him and turned back into his house without expression.
Under the pavilion, Jie Jia narrowed his eyes as he observed the brand-new windows and then looked Chen Mu up and down—the latter seeming swollen all over. A glint of green light flashed and disappeared in his eyes, and he frowned, "Ghosts?"
"Thanks to you!" Chen Mu said with a face full of scorn.
Jie Jia narrowed his eyes at Chen Mu.
"It was that long-haired woman from last time." Chen Mu's face was dark as water.
"Impossible," Jie Jia replied indifferently without even lifting his eyelids.
"I nearly died here last night! And you tell me it's impossible!" Chen Mu was furious.
