Great Qian's Landscape

This time, there had been no twists or turns. They quickly learned the general answer.

"Yin-Yang Secret Art?" Li Shun asked with great interest.

Zheng Zhi, the town deputy—the middle-aged man who had welcomed the two of them earlier—nodded. "The circulation of Yin and Yang divides day and night. The rhythm of Yin and Yang can alter the seasons. Imperial Tomb Commandery can be called an independent world, untouched by Great Qian's Yin and Yang. Thus, compared to elsewhere, changing the flow of time is much easier here."

"In fact, there are no shortage of secret realms and grotto-heavens within Great Qian whose flow of time likewise differs from the outside world."

Li Shun nodded slightly.

Similar places did indeed exist throughout Great Qian in Fang Xun's memories.

The most famous was the Time Sand Sea in Great Qian's northwest. Boundless yellow sands shrouded that place, where time was chaotic and twisted. Once, someone had wandered in by mistake and emerged a day later with a head of snow-white hair. Others had been swallowed by the desert and vanished for decades, only to reappear looking exactly as they had back then, even their lifespan unchanged. It was exceedingly strange and sinister.

Li Shun said with a smile, "Though Elder Zheng has remained within Imperial Tomb, you know quite a bit about affairs under heaven."

"You overpraise this old man. I do not deserve to be called 'Elder Zheng' by you, sir. In the future, you may simply address me by name, Guardian," Zheng Zhi said, his face filled with unease.

He then added, "Imperial Tomb models the mountains and rivers under heaven with the land of a single commandery. Though this old man has scarcely left Imperial Tomb in his life, I have often inspected every part of Imperial Tomb