Chapter 1216: Borrowing a Fist
Yu Shiwu fell silent for a moment, then asked curiously, "Can you control the speed at which time flows in this world?"
Chen Ping'an said nothing. In an instant, strange phenomena sprang up before Yu Shiwu's eyes. The heavy snow abruptly ceased; in the blink of an eye, spring flowers bloomed in warm weather, grass grew and orioles flew, and bands of children flew paper kites along the shore. Plum rains lingered, the summer flood swelled, and beneath the moonlit river night, the water lay still, its ripples fine as painted lines. A ferryman, half immortal and half sprite, slender as a lone bamboo, dressed in Daoist robes white as wild clouds, stood upon a small boat. With no boatman needed to pole it along, his robes fluttered as he flew over the river. Autumn winds sighed. Villagers noisily carried two bamboo cages containing a man and woman to the water's edge. At last came another goose-feather snowfall in a season of bitter cold. To Yu Shiwu, the observer, the changing scenes of the four seasons and the customs of different times were like illustrated pages rapidly flipped by a viewer. Yet throughout the process, his body fully sensed every shift of warmth and cold with the seasons. Just as Yu Shiwu became convinced that Chen Ping'an truly could control the River of Time at will, Chen Ping'an suddenly raised a hand before his eyes and snapped his fingers. "A leaf before the eye—heard of it?"
As he spoke, Yu Shiwu was horrified to discover that he and Chen Ping'an seemed to stand within a pitch-black night where one could not see one's own outstretched fingers. Chen Ping'an smiled. "A leaf before the eye. Since this leaf can make someone unable to see something, naturally