On the sixth day, the door of the hall opened with a creak.

The torrential rain was still pouring outside. Someone put away the wet umbrella, lifted the soaking wet clothes that clung to his body, and stepped into the hall.

"Master."

The person was wearing a white robe and a scarf. His peach blossom eyes were full of affection, but there was a faint blue light under his eyes.

This was the first time Shi Mei went to the Witch Mountain Hall to find him since the battle in the Tower of Babel.

"I wanted to visit you before, but I couldn't. I finally had some free time today.

I'm late, please don't blame me. "