"Of course, it might have been even longer. After all, I wasn't there myself, and this damned place has erased the concept of time, so I can't accurately determine a more precise period. And as for the margin of error..." Gongshu Ce chuckled. "I have no idea how large it might be. A hundred years, two hundred years, or even longer. Those scenes didn't have any particularly clear markers of the era."
Gongshu Ce added another sentence.
He had no way of accurately grasping the passage of time.
It was not just him. Anyone within such a time-space would be unable to judge the time precisely unless they could privately obtain some tool for recording it.
Yuan Jiang asked, "Then how can you be sure those images were real? Aren't you worried they were deliberately fabricated, with the goal of making you believe all of this?"
Gongshu Ce frowned. He seemed to be considering the question as well. In the end, he shook his head. "I still trust my instincts. Perhaps many of my previous deductions were too rash. Those things might all have been real; I just haven't figured out the connection between them yet. For example, why was the Embroidery Woman also called Xu Qiuyan, and why did they look so alike? But Zeng Dajiang definitely knows the answer. He has been avoiding it. He doesn't want to face Jiang Xiaobai. I don't know whether he doesn't want to tell Jiang Xiaobai certain things too soon, or whether he simply doesn't want Jiang Xiaobai to know at all."
Little Demon said nothing. I knew that, in his heart, Zeng Dajiang was like a god. Not only him—even Sister Lin was the same. Yet here we were, discussing his "god" right in front of him. He wanted to defend