The Grand Hall returned to its solemn silence. Li Ang sighed deeply and sheathed his Mo Si Longsword, turning to look at the Sumeru Hourglass on the long table of the Buddha altar.
Upon closer inspection, the Sumeru Hourglass appeared even more... bizarre. The Time Sand from the upper part of the hourglass fell through the narrow middle tube to the lower part, rapidly vaporizing into strands of golden mist that wound ethereally within the glaze glass container.
Li Ang picked up the Sumeru Hourglass and laid it flat. Immediately, the time fluctuations enclosing the area came to a halt, and the previously stagnant and oppressive air began to flow again.
He raised his palm, where Mo Si surged, giving rise to sand grains white as salt.
