Zhong Lizi crouched in the underground passage, staring at the rainwater collection hole that still held a faint trace of Sword Intent, like a bored girl squatting beneath a tree watching ants.
The Bishop from the Priestess's Manor and the government people had all been left outside. Someone cautiously asked her a few questions but received no response.
She did not know where Jing Jiu had gone or how long she would have to wait here.
She only knew that something was wrong with his mood, and that meeting that person had not improved it at all, so she was very worried.
"What are you looking at?"
To her surprise, Jing Jiu's voice sounded behind her before very long had passed.
Zhong Lizi jumped in fright. She turned to look at him, then looked at the rainwater hole beside the tracks, opened her mouth, and asked, "How come you're back so soon?"
"As long as I had some time. The length doesn't matter." Jing Jiu had always been relatively patient with her.
Time was relative. He merely needed an absolutely quiet, isolated environment to think about a few things and relax his mind along the way.
There was no difference between a few minutes and a few decades.
Zhong Lizi took out the clothes she had prepared and carefully helped him put them on.
They returned from underground to the lawn. The Bishops from the Sacrificial Hall and the government officials had long since dispersed, as though they had never waited anxiously here. The immense star hung on the horizon. Its light, which should have been fiercely intense, took on a bluish tint after passing through the Protective Shield, illuminating the buildings and grass of the Manor more like starlight made hundreds of times brighter.
"How have your studies been