Faced with Lu Chuan's questioning, the Tower Spirit unsurprisingly chose silence.
As if unwilling to delve into the matter, or perhaps finding Lu Chuan's inquiry too foolish, the Tower Spirit responded coldly, "Let me give you a hint: the flow of time inside the Shattered Space is different from the outside. While you were wasting time talking to me, two hours have already passed outside."
"What the—are you serious?"
"Do I have any reason to lie to you?"
"So, you're saying that while I've been in here for a few hours, several days could have already gone by outside?"
"What do you think?"
Hearing this, Lu Chuan was instantly filled with panic.
This is really messed up. Up till now, he'd been wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly. Who knows when he'll find the altar to advance to the next Shattered Space? If it takes three to five days, wouldn't months have passed outside?
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
