Kedi Wasn't Like This Back Then

In truth, Bai Yang had not thought that far ahead. This secret art of his was still only a rudimentary prototype.

The battle against his inner demons, which had felt like hundreds of years in his perception, had simply left too deep an impression on him.

It had far surpassed all the life experience he had accumulated up to this point, naturally changing him.

In a space with neither light nor any other point of reference, how could one determine the passage of time?

The contradiction between subjective perception and reality had carved itself into his bones, and it also made him interested in Interference with others' sense of time.

After his friends bid him farewell at the manor, Bai Yang did not rest.