"The rhythm of this world is so slow..."
Gu Shanhai complained, only then did he realize the issue, feeling like humans were living the life of a sloth, everything leisurely and slow.
He had been in Xuanji Realm for almost half a year now, but to Chengyun Sect, it felt like just half a month had passed. Whether disciples or elders, everyone was languid, either cultivating or pondering every day, and once they closed off for cultivation, it could be for ten days to half a month, coming out as if it were just yesterday.
Such a pace was utterly incompatible with Gu Shanhai. Every time he sought out someone, he felt as if he were forcing them into a 996 work schedule.
"Forget it, even the Sect Leader has such a leisurely demeanor, handling matters with years as the unit of time..."
A powerful cultivator taking a nap could mean the passing of a generation for mortals.
