A month passed quietly.
Facing the imposing authority of Inspector Su Minghe, everyone held their breath and composed themselves, speaking and acting with a measure of reverence, fearing to disturb this distinguished figure.
During this time, Lu Yaoyao woke up twice, each time lightly knocked unconscious by Zhou Qing.
"Fellow cultivator, my prior actions have been disrespectful; I mistook you for someone else," Zhao Muye's voice suddenly sounded beside Zhou Qing's ear.
Zhou Qing gave him a faint glance and nodded slightly.
"That's straightforward, brother!" Seeing Zhou Qing hold no grudge, Zhao Muye smiled broadly, changing his address from "fellow cultivator" to "brother."
"I noticed your partner seems unfit to handle the teleportation? There's more than five months left on this journey. Constantly knocking her out might not be wise. I have a calming pill that will let her sleep peacefully..."
