He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and fell into deep thought without moving.
Lu Tiancheng gently picked up the ancient book scroll from the low table and placed it back on the shelf, then quietly left.
Time slowly passed by.
Chu Zhiyuan remained motionless like a statue.
Meanwhile, the women in the Profound Yin Palace were feeling a bit anxious.
"Junior Sister, when will your husband be back?"
"Senior Sister Meng, it's hard to say, he might return soon, or it might take a few days."
"A few days?" Meng Yunyin laughed: "How is that possible, to take a few days?"
"Senior Sister Meng, after becoming a Spirit Venerable, the perception of time changes for them." Xiao Ruoling smiled: "What feels like a moment to them might feel very long to us."
"Is it really that bizarre?" Meng Yunyin was surprised: "Time passes just as fast, a cup of tea is still a cup of tea's time, how can it be different?"
