"Senior, how long will this passage remain open?" Su Mo asked Qin Budai gravely.
"I'm not sure exactly, but it probably won't exceed a quarter of an hour!" Qin Budai said.
Su Mo nodded and fell silent. He did not believe those Witch Tribe trialists did not want to leave. He merely had to wait by the tree stump for the hare.
Time slowly passed. After more than half a quarter of an hour, there was still no sign of the trialists.
"Su Mo, should we leave?" Qin Budai asked, a trace of anxiety appearing on his face.
The passage lay beneath his feet. He had waited a thousand years already and truly did not wish to waste any more time.
"Senior, don't worry. Let's wait a little longer!" Su Mo said in a deep voice. He now understood what these Witch Tribe trialists were planning.
Their plan was nothing more than to wait until he and Qin Budai entered the passage, then follow them out afterward.
It would come down to who had greater patience!
A sharp glint flickered in Su Mo's eyes. He was not anxious in the slightest. He was standing at the entrance to the spatial passage; the moment it showed signs of closing, he could leave at once.
Thus, he could afford to wait, but the Witch Tribe could not.
Time slowly passed, and soon another small portion of a quarter hour had gone by. Qin Budai grew thoroughly anxious.
"Su Mo, we can't wait any longer. If we delay any more, it'll be too late!" Qin Budai said urgently. A quarter of an hour had already passed, and the passage might close at any moment. He no longer wished to wait.
Su Mo's expression turned solemn, and he nodded helplessly. Since the trialists were