Xu Huo didn't respond, and the Metal Token Player couldn't discern what he meant, so they didn't continue to ask.
The night stretched on, yet the surrounding voices grew fewer. The demon head masks started appearing one by one, prompting the group to rest briefly before moving again. They headed in the same direction, occasionally encountering Space Transmission Gates, but there was no further situation of being transported back to a certain place.
In fact, each time they passed through a Space Transmission Gate, most people didn't feel anything. However, the little old man's instrument, sensitive as it was, clearly recorded every change in space when no one else was around to provide a reference.
But regardless of position or time, there seemed to be no pattern. After passing through each space, the seen city appeared to have no special characteristics, making it difficult to determine whether it was a space they had already traversed.
