Compared to before, the situation on the Demon King's Castle side had not changed much.
But aside from Bai Zhi, who had vaguely guessed that they might have been kicked back by his former self, everyone else was utterly bewildered—especially a certain Scummy Loli.
"Wait... were you really that fast?"
Looking at the group before her, all of whom had returned after barely one or two minutes, Pi wore an astonished expression.
In her estimation, even if it did not take a day or two, it should at least have taken half a day. But now, not even three minutes had passed...
After sweeping her gaze across the crowd, Pi's eyes settled precisely on one particular person.
After all, among all those people with dumbfounded faces, only he looked thoughtful.
"Fast? Do you know what we went through?"
Noticing the little girl's gaze, Bai Zhi crossed his arms over his chest and sneered before anyone else could speak.
"In that past timeline, we narrowly escaped death, endured countless hardships, and faced who knew how many dangers. Some of us even suffered irreversible psychological trauma, and one person is still unconscious. After everything we went through, all you can say is that we were too fast?"
Pointing at Xiao Shanji, who was still unconscious and slung over Suhui Weaves Scenery's shoulder, Bai Zhi looked utterly grief-stricken.
"Look at her. We don't even know whether she'll wake up. Don't you have even a shred of sympathy?"
The others: "..."
Granted, what he said was true. Those had indeed been their experiences, and they had indeed suffered irreparable trauma... but what did any of that have to do with him?
Holding that photo in his hand, August Desolation looked as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
"...Sorry."
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