The Painter patiently explained, "The Grand Cycle isn't three hours. It's because you weren't here three hours ago, so no matter how the Cycle repeats, you can only appear at a fixed point in time."
Bai Ye raised an eyebrow slightly. That did seem to be the case. Although time-based abilities were powerful, they still had to abide by the Spacetime Laws mentioned by System Error.
"Lord Black King, do you have any other questions? If not, let's get moving. Time waits for no one!" the Painter probed cautiously.
Bai Ye glanced at him and said flatly, "Have you told me everything you know?"
"Mm-hmm, I've said it all. I wouldn't dare conceal even the slightest thing!" The Painter was practically about to swear an oath.
A malicious smile curled across Bai Ye's lips. "So... you're useless now?"
"I... huh!?" The Painter looked up in shock. "No, I'm useful! Lord Black King, don't tell me you're going back on your word?"
"Yep!" Bai Ye replied with complete confidence despite having no justification.
The Painter panicked. "But you just swore an oath in the name of the Black King..."
"Then go find someone surnamed Black. My surname is Bai. Why are you looking for me?"
The Painter: "..."
Before he could react, the Shadow Curtain enveloping him slowly peeled away from his body, like a receding tide.
Whoosh!
The shadows vanished in an instant.
The Painter blinked blankly.
On the empty street, he was the only one left, surrounded by silence, like an abandoned pet dog.
Only after a long while did the Painter finally come fully back to his senses.
His face twisted into an exceptionally savage expression, and rage nearly burst from his eye sockets.
He hammered the ground with his fist. "You bastards!!"
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