His face had undergone a complete one-eighty, he looked like an entirely different person!
“This is bloody incredible, but speaking of which, now that the disguise is done, how long was I out for?”
Xu Fei asked because he’d felt a bit stiff upon waking, which wasn’t normal for him.
Sure enough, after his question, Duanmu Yun replied, “It’s been a little over two days. It’s now the afternoon of the third day since you arrived.”
“What? Two whole days?”
Xu Fei was visibly shocked, but Duanmu Yun responded with a breezy calm, “No need to panic. Waking up in three days shows your constitution’s solid. Most people who get a disguise here stay out cold for at least a week to adjust to the facial changes before coming round.”
Since he was awake now, Xu Fei didn’t dwell on it.
After all, today just happened to be Gong Zisheng’s birthday banquet, so he wouldn’t have to wait long after leaving.
He slipped on his jacket and turned to Duanmu Yun again.
“So, what kind of payment do I owe you for this?”
At that, Duanmu Yun shook her head lightly, “I don’t live here for lack of money, just to honour my late father. You don’t need to pay me anything now. If I ever need something, I’ll come find you myself!”
Xu Fei wasn’t surprised by the answer. Transactions between ordinary folks might boil down to cash, but at their level, favours between people were the real currency.
With a nod, he said nothing more, opened the door, and stepped into the courtyard.
Once there, he noticed Zhikong slumped against the wall, fast asleep.
Xu Fei walked over and gave him a light kick. Zhikong jolted awake, instantly on guard.
“Who, who are you?”
“You don’t even recognise me?”
Though Xu Fei’s face had changed drastically, Zhikong picked up on his voice.
Plus, they were still in this rundown courtyard, and the only one bold enough to nudge him like that was Xu Fei.
So, with a weary look, Zhikong grumbled, “Oh, Master Jun, you’ve no idea, it’s been two days! I’ve been waiting out here, knackered to death!”
For cultivators, skipping food for a day or two was no big deal, but going without sleep for too long messed with their true energy flow, which was why Zhikong was griping now.
Xu Fei chuckled, “Quit moaning to me. I know it’s been two days, let’s get moving to Gong Zisheng’s birthday banquet!”
Hearing the serious business, Zhikong dropped the sulky act, nodded quickly, and followed Xu Fei out of Bawangfen Hutong.
As they left, a figure with a floral mask appeared on the rooftop of Number 33, watching them go.
