"Is this... my time speeding up, or Wu Zheng's time slowing down?"
Lin Mo froze where he stood, his heart surging with towering waves of shock.
He was absolutely certain that he had no time spiritual root and could not control the flow of time, yet what was happening now clearly exceeded his understanding.
Could it be...
Because I already have eleven spiritual roots, a time spiritual root has appeared as well?
Or have I possessed a time spiritual root all along, but it never revealed itself because the right opportunity hadn't come?
"Brother Lin?"
Wu Zheng was clearly unaware of the change in Lin Mo's spiritual roots. Utterly bewildered, he asked, "Why were you talking so fast just now? I couldn't make out what you said."
"Could you... say it again?"
He spoke at a perfectly normal pace.
Yet to Lin Mo's ears and eyes, everything-his tone, his expression, and even the sound of his voice-was clearly more than ten times slower than normal!
"The Tai Sui Gate Fiends have been eliminated. There shouldn't be any more trouble for the time being."
Lin Mo betrayed nothing unusual. Slowing his speech as much as possible, he said, "I was stuck at the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment, but I gained an insight just now. I seem to be ready to attempt a breakthrough."
"I'm returning to the sect immediately to enter seclusion. I'll leave things here to you."
Without waiting for Wu Zheng's reply, he stepped onto his flying sword and shot into the sky, streaking toward the Azure Cloud Sect.
Wu Zheng looked up at Lin Mo's departing figure, his brows involuntarily drawing together.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that Lin Mo's aura had vanished after he killed the three fiends from the Tai Sui Gate.
More precisely,