The tower's time was different from that of the Space World—it moved faster. Yet, for the cultivators inside, everything felt normal. To them, the flow of time was as natural as ever, seamless and steady, unaffected by the altered time outside.
By the second day, for both Lana and the Royal Fox Bella, the experience had turned monotonous.
All they had done was walk endlessly, kill a few weak beasts, set up camp, eat, and sleep—no significant challenges, no major progress.
"Although Calantha doesn't speak, I dare say she's frustrated too!" Bella muttered, a tinge of frustration in her voice. Her sharp gaze lingered on the Ice Princess, who walked ahead with the coldest and most indifferent demeanor imaginable.
"I know, right?" Lana chimed in, equally annoyed by the growing boredom. "She's no longer even bothering with the weak beasts anymore—she leaves them to us."
