"Hold on tight!"
A rift in time and space was torn open. Amidst the dizzying teleportation, Su Ziyu suddenly found himself in an exceedingly strange space.
Everything seemed to be dissected.
The definition of time also started to blur, as he looked around to see a chaotic, bizarre spectacle, while he himself was sitting on a small stool. Opposite him, Lord Stephen was brewing tea, and on the small square table between them lay the previously inconspicuous little yellow flower.
Su Ziyu's gaze was quickly drawn to the little yellow flower in front of him.
Because it was blooming and aging at an astonishing speed, then withering rapidly, but immediately as if time was reversed, the withered flower revived, even slowly reverting to a bud.
"Where is this?" Su Ziyu asked in utter amazement.
Lord Stephen smiled, poured Su Ziyu a cup of red tea, and said softly, "Space-Time Turbulence."
"I use it to record the passage of time."
