บท 48: 48. Scapegoat, Liu Dezhu

When the darkness dissipated, Qing Chen was still drenched in sweat. He glanced at the night outside the window and his little house on Xingshu Road.

He had only been away for a second, yet he found himself already missing that eerie prison.

Qing Chen spat out the USB drive from his mouth, then took another look at his palm, where the gold orb that was supposed to remain in the Inner World was still in his hand.

This was a delightful discovery since it meant he had an advantage over others while traveling between the Outer and Inner Worlds.

He looked down at his arm, where the countdown read 168:00:00.

Another seven days.

The last return was 7 days, and this time it was a 7-day transfer, seeming as if the Time Traveler's duration between the two sides was getting longer.

How long would it be in the future? Would a day come when he would stay there for a lifetime and never return?

He did not know.