Because He Yan and Xuan Qi didn't intend to conceal their whereabouts when moving, after some investigation, Fu Chenhua easily found out the new address of his "target".

Standing in front of the brand new door, he hesitated for a long time. The description from the old lady in the rental area kept flashing through his mind. With complex emotions, he reached out and rang the doorbell.

...He really couldn't convince himself to associate the vibrant term "young man" with that person.

That person's age could be traced back to the primordial, hazy period when heaven and earth first formed. It was no exaggeration to say that in the entire metaphysics world now, there was no one older than the director of the Court of Ghost Prison. Even Yama was a bit younger than him.

This time, the owner of the house was at home. After half a minute, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Fu Chenhua looked up and met the man's jet-black eyes.

Seeing the man's attire, his mind went blank. A sense of fear naturally arose from the depths of his heart, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

The man's outfit completely overturned the impression he had left on him that day. He was wearing a dark brown V-neck shirt on his upper body, revealing his collarbones and a small part of his chest. A pair of straight, long legs were loosely wrapped in casual pants of the same color. His hairstyle was slightly messy, making him look lazy and casual.

He was even wearing slippers on his feet!

If he hadn't known this person's true identity early on, he might have had the same feeling as that old lady...

Dressed like this, the director of the Court of Ghost Prison looked even more youthful than him, a true young man!

And the director of the Court of Ghost Prison himself, who was being crazily mocked in his mind, appeared very calm. His indifferent gaze, devoid of any emotion, swept over him. His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was as cold as ever, with a hint of slight impatience: "What's the matter?"

As the tail of these two words fell, a faint oppressive aura seeped out from him, extremely restrained, enveloping the small area in front of him, ensuring that none of the residents in this building would be affected except for Fu Chenhua.

He had just been rolling on the sofa with the young man - the sofa he chose was really good. Not only was it soft, but there was also a small mechanism clasp on the side, allowing the back of the sofa to be completely flattened. It was no problem for two adult men to hug and roll around on it a couple of times.

Just as everything was ready and they were only seconds away from getting to the main event, the young man was startled by the movement of this person coming upstairs and directly pushed him away. Even though he was also on the verge of release, he stubbornly refused to continue with him!

This made him very unhappy.

Of course, his partner was naturally not at fault. The only one who could be wrong was the person in front of him who had no eyes and came to disturb them!

Feeling the cold oppressive aura from the man, Fu Chenhua suddenly came back to his senses from his surprise.

Although the director of the Court of Ghost Prison was dressed very... youthfully today, his strength would not regress along with his casual attire. Just the faint oppressive aura that he slightly released was enough to make him breathless. The invisible pressure in the air weighed on him like lead, and he had to use all his strength to ensure that he was not bent over by the pressure.

This silent confrontation, or more accurately, the man's one-sided oppression, lasted for an unknown amount of time before it was suddenly ended by a clear, questioning voice coming from inside the room.

The pressure disappeared in an instant, just as abruptly as it had come. Fu Chenhua's body was too tense, and he took a step back, his center of gravity unstable, barely steadying himself.

A slightly shorter figure peeked out from behind the man.

It was a very delicate face with a harmless appearance. He seemed to have just woken up, with a hint of laziness and impatience on his face. When he looked at him, his eyes were very indifferent.

Apart from the aura on his body, this person looked almost exactly the same as the photo of Han Ziyu that he had obtained.

Sure enough... this Han Ziyu was indeed the person who was holding hands with the director of the Court of Ghost Prison in front of him that day.

Although he had basically confirmed this in his heart when he saw the man who came to open the door for him, he still couldn't help but feel incredulous when he truly confirmed it.

It was too strange... Han Ziyu's history for the past twenty years was completely clean. No matter how you looked at it, he was just an ordinary human. How could he inexplicably become involved with a big shot from the underworld?

If there was any interaction between them, it would be the matter that his second uncle had caused this time.

But this matter had only happened a few days ago from start to finish. Even if it was love at first sight, it wouldn't develop so quickly. When these two appeared together at the Fu family's place last time, they were already very intimate. Moreover, the kind of aura between the two of them could only exist between partners who had been together for a long time.

Could it be that this person had some connection with the director of the Court of Ghost Prison in his previous life, so they developed so quickly in this life?

......

In just a few short seconds, Fu Chenhua's mind was filled with countless speculations. In a flash, he felt that he had grasped a seemingly somewhat plausible direction.

However, the person opposite did not give him enough time to think. After the young man glanced at him, he politely invited him: "Please come in."

Although the young man's expression was very calm, Fu Chenhua could still keenly feel that when the young man looked at him, there was an indistinct sense of alienation between his brows and eyes.

Presumably, this person was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface.

Although He Yan had issued an invitation, Fu Chenhua had already intelligently realized the direct unwelcome intent from the other owner of this house towards him, so he naturally did not dare to accept it.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and said quickly with tact: "No need to trouble you. This one is here today to apologize for the rash actions of the elders in my family before, and also, to offer a little token of appreciation for you. Please accept it."

As he spoke, Fu Chenhua took out a long, rectangular rosewood box from under the man's gaze and handed it over with both hands.

He Yan glanced at it and took the small box, politely saying: "You're too kind."

Fu Chenhua hurriedly replied: "It's what I should do... Then I won't disturb you any further?"

The man decisively said: "Take care."

With that, the door was mercilessly closed in front of him with a loud "bang".

Fu Chenhua: "..."

He didn't dare to delay for a moment and directly walked out of the building with quick steps. Only then did he dare to let out a sigh of relief and take out a tissue from his pocket to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like those two people weren't very fond of him today...

Originally, he wanted to apologize as sincerely as possible, but when he stood in front of them just now, he had a strong premonition: if he stayed any longer, the effect might be counterproductive.

In the end, he could only follow his intuition and ended the conversation in a concise manner.

He hoped that Han Ziyu could feel the sincerity of their Fu family through this short conversation... hopefully.

Fu Chenhua let out a heavy sigh, quickly walked out of the community gate, got into the black sedan waiting at the entrance, and was driven rapidly in the direction of the Fu family's old residence.

As a result, as soon as he arrived home, he was greeted by his overjoyed father: "Chenhua!"

Fu Chenhua's expression changed and he hurriedly asked, "The Heavenly Star Shuttle has been found?"

When he went to apologize today, the family had already activated the formation, using the essence blood obtained from Fu Shanming the other day to make a final calculation of the location of the Heavenly Star Shuttle.

These were the last few drops of essence blood left. If there were still no results this time, then their Fu family might completely lose the Heavenly Star Shuttle, a magical tool related to the lifeline of the family.

The patriarch of the Fu family nodded, "Yes! The formation just ended, and you came back..."

He paused and a strange expression appeared on his face, "It's strange to say, based on the previous situation, this calculation should not have yielded any results, but near the end, for some unknown reason, it suddenly pointed out the exact location. It must be the will of heaven taking pity on our Fu family!"

Regarding the whereabouts of the Heavenly Star Shuttle, the family had made several calculations before. Except for the first time, when it was calculated that there was a trace in the dilapidated rental house where Han Ziyu lived, there were no results in the subsequent attempts.

According to his father's description, this calculation was originally going to end in disappointment like the previous ones, but at the last moment, it inexplicably gave a clear location!

The timing was too much of a coincidence.

Since the time when the calculation ended was not much different from when he returned to the old residence, the time near the end of the calculation should have been the period when he was riding back home, not long after he apologized to Han Ziyu...

This coincidence in timing made it impossible for Fu Chenhua not to take notice.

Could it be that the Heavenly Star Shuttle had fallen into the hands of those two, and after being somewhat satisfied with his apology, they generously returned it to their Fu family?

However, he only had a slight change in expression and did not voice the vague guess in his heart.

His father... still didn't know about those matters between Han Ziyu and the director of the Court of Ghost Prison, and he had no intention of revealing this to his father in the future either.

Knowing too much about the secrets of those in high positions was not a good thing. The Fu family had already suffered enough misfortunes, so it was better to keep a low profile.

The patriarch of the Fu family was immersed in the joy of having a lead on the whereabouts of the family's greatest treasure and didn't notice the subtle changes in his son's expression.

After sharing this great news with his son, the patriarch of the Fu family finally had the mindset to inquire about the task he had just gone to handle: "How was Han Ziyu's attitude? Did he accept our Fu family's apology?"

Fu Chenhua showed a faint yet gentle smile as usual and lied to his always respected father without changing his expression: "Of course, he is also an understanding person."

Although the fact was that he had gone to the door and was invisibly disdained, these processes were not important. As long as the result was good, that's all that mattered.

The patriarch of the Fu family nodded with satisfaction and praised him without hesitation: "I knew you wouldn't let me down. Today, several elders and I will set off to search for the Heavenly Star Shuttle. You have been in poor health recently, so there's no need for you to go and endure the hardships. Just stay in the family and guard against any ill-intentioned people who might take advantage of the family's emptiness to attack."

This was a very easy task. The Fu family had one of the top protective formations in the entire cultivation world. Even though they appeared to have fallen, very few people would be crazy enough to try to break through the Fu family's protective formation—after all, they wouldn't be able to get through anyway.

Fu Chenhua obediently nodded, "Father, please be careful on the road as well."

*

Inside the apartment.

The back of the light yellow sofa was laid flat, becoming a spacious bed. He Yan rested his head on the man's arm, closed his eyes to calm his breathing, and only lazily lifted his eyelids after a long time.

There were a few oranges on the coffee table. His gaze fell on them, flickering slightly, and then quickly frowned and looked away.

The man's gaze followed his and made a circle on the oranges. He lowered his head, kissed the youth's sweaty nose tip, and attentively said, "Want to eat one?"

He Yan's eyes sharpened and he coldly said, "...Eat them yourself."

Xuan Qi, not understanding why his partner's mood suddenly changed: "..."

The man stared at the few round and yellow oranges on the table, his gaze deepening.

Perhaps that posture just now had tired out the youth too much...

Author's Note:

Eldest Young Master Fu: ... Intuition saved this dog's life.

Boss: ... Considering this fool still has some sense.

Oranges: Ah, don't eat me o(*////▽////*)q

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