Thud! Xu Xiaoshou had fallen in.
The heavy crash echoed through the dim, silent hall. Mei Suren, Xiao Kongtong, and Mu Zixi all turned around in surprise.
"Are you all right?" The little girl hurried over. Her instinctive first move was not to help him up, but to pull out a Recording Pearl—though she stopped herself.
This was way too funny.
Xu Xiaoshou had actually fallen in?
Even she had walked steadily out of that spatial passage. Had Xu Xiaoshou fed his spatial comprehension to the dogs?
"I'm fine..."
Xu Xiaoshou got up with a hand on his forehead, still somewhat dazed.
The first question he asked after coming back to himself was directed at the one person who would never joke around. "Teacher, how long have you been in here?"
"We just entered." Mei Suren's expression shifted slightly. "There are traces of more than spatial traversal on you. You also carry the scent of time. What did you encounter?"
Time?
Xiao Kongtong was briefly stunned. After sensing carefully, he found that Mr. Siren was indeed right.
It was as though Xu Xiaoshou had experienced not merely the same spatial passage as everyone else when he entered through the hall doors, but a passage of time and space.
Anyone who cultivated the Illusion Sword Technique and the Nine Sword Techniques would inevitably gain some comprehension of the two great elements: time and space.
The traces on Xu Xiaoshou were not very obvious, but if one paid attention, they could still be seen.
"A scent?"
Mu Zixi, on the other side, also froze for a moment. Then she wrinkled her delicate nose and took several sharp sniffs, suspicion appearing on her face.
Did time really have a scent too?
What kind of noses did they have...
*They just entered. That means