Zhang Ze, realizing he had misspoken, quickly shut up, pondering a way to leave this bleak place.
As for here, it was neither an independent space opened by great force nor a true universe. Zhang Ze hadn't left the core cabin; all he saw and felt at the moment were his mental barriers.
To give a nauseating metaphor, it was as if Emperor Xiaojing's virtual image put a VR headset over his head, and then wrapped a black plastic bag over it.
Tied at the hands and feet, with tape over his mouth, Zhang Ze needed to use his tongue to peel off the tape, remove the VR headset, and poke a hole in the black plastic bag to escape.
That's roughly the idea.
Zhang Ze pinched his chin, thinking about swords while pretending to be an astronaut.
Without realizing it, he drifted in this void for a long time until he grew a bit annoyed himself, and suddenly spoke.
"Sect Leader, are you there?"
Chen Qianhu, "I am, what's up?"
Zhang Ze, "What time is it outside now?"
