The Angle Between Spaces
As they left, the players in the park clearly treated them much better. A few even called out to them from a distance.
After leaving the park, Xu Huo and the painted woman wandered around the area for a while before taking a flying vehicle back to the hotel.
When they entered the lobby, they happened to run into the writer Jing Shi, who was coming downstairs from above.
"What a coincidence," Xu Huo said, greeting her first.
Jing Shi still remembered him. Smiling, she said, "You're the young man from yesterday. The signing session was short, and I didn't want to keep the other readers waiting, so I couldn't chat with you. I'm truly sorry—and disappointed."
"I have plenty of time today. I wonder if you'd be willing to sit and talk for a while."
Xu Huo was happy to oblige, and the group went to the lounge nearby.
"Mr. Xu, you seem to understand Time Power more deeply than most people. Do you have experience with it?" Jing Shi asked after introducing herself.
"I have a little experience," Xu Huo said. "But I'm no expert or scholar. My understanding is only superficial—perhaps not even that. In my view, time is better suited to being used as a weapon."
"That's not a wrong way to think about it." Jing Shi held her teacup. "For players, time really is a lethal weapon. Any kind of power can become one."
She pointed to her head. "Even mental power can become a lethal weapon, let alone something as merciless as time."
"People can see the same thing in different ways. If you regard it as a weapon, then perhaps that's all it can be."
Xu Huo raised an eyebrow. "Do you mean that a player's perception of time