Every conversation with the mentor leaves Zheng Qing feeling immensely benefited.
Especially this time.
How he wished this conversation could go on forever, but he knew it was just an impractical luxury.
The flowing light carried the leaf-like boat swiftly forward. The concept of time seemed chaotic at this moment, and Zheng Qing felt as though time was slipping away minute by minute, yet there was also a feeling of being like a small insect suspended in amber, eternally frozen at a certain moment.
He instinctively reached for his belt to check the time.
His hand found nothing.
Then he remembered that the silver pocket watch was currently held by his 'outside' self, being used as a weapon in a tangled battle with another legend.
The mentor noticed his small action.
He smiled slightly.
"—In this dimension, you don't need to worry about time."
