Time...
What is time?
As the Time Dao Disc unfurled beneath him, Xu Xiaoshou felt himself pull away.
Like a soul leaving its body, he could peer down from a god's eye view on the entire first floor of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.
Master Siren sat at the tea table pouring tea, Bazhun'an leaned silently by the wooden door, and Kong Yuhen quietly descended the wooden stairs, but lingered at the stairway without approaching.
They gazed at his body while he observed them from above.
"I am time..."
An enlightenment surged in his heart, accompanied by the sound of babbling water in his ears.
In the distance, outside the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, a meandering and illusory river broke through the walls without hindrance, originating beneath his feet and extending far into the distance behind him, an indistinct vision in the fog, all unreal.
Not enough.
Still not enough.
Just keep being reckless!
