"Time attributes really were disgusting..."
The instant he pushed open the wooden door, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to relive that sensation from last time—his thoughts and body separating, continuously slipping out of alignment.
The Time Ancestor Shadow Staff in his hand emitted a faint glow.
Soon, that tearing sensation vanished.
Xu Xiaoshou regained control of his body.
As the saying went, the first time was strange, the second time familiar.
When he entered this wooden pavilion again, much of his fear had diminished. At the very least, Xu Xiaoshou was no longer flustered or at a loss.
He could stay calm and think.
Unlike last time, when all he had wanted was to leave as quickly as possible.
Of course, this feeling of "peace" was not entirely because it was Xu Xiaoshou's second time stepping into the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion.
More than that...
Well, ninety-nine percent of it, really, was because this time, beside the little wooden table in the middle of the pavilion, sat one more familiar person. "You're here?"
Ba Zunan turned his eyes toward him, pushed the wine jug across the table, and freed a hand to beckon.
"Judging by your expression, this isn't your first time here?"
"How was it? By now, I've forgotten what it felt like when I first came to this paradise beyond the world. Tell me."
Though he had expected it, when Xu Xiaoshou saw Ba Zunan truly sitting inside the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion, it still felt dreamlike.
Every time he met this fellow, Xu Xiaoshou could sense, from all the experiences they had shared along the way, the fear others held toward him—and his own power.
That legendary aura did not fade with time or familiarity. Instead, it grew stronger by the day.
"Anyway, it didn't feel very good," Xu