"What sort of plans do I have? I'm very annoyed as well. God knows why they turned their backs on me," Fang Ning said, saddened.
"This time you've wasted my ten thousand Heavenly Merits for nothing. These merits were all accumulated in the past; I was even fractured in the process of accumulating them." Sir System fumed. "Otherwise, I can look for several kinds of artifacts if I talk less."
"Artifact?" Fang Ning suddenly had an idea. "Sir System, didn't you go look for the artifacts left behind by the God of Sleep after it fell? Did you find any that could control the time?"
"No," Sir System replied crisply.
"There must be one. This is the world of the Immortal God after all. Something along the lines of staying in the cave for a thousand years or a day in the heavens is equivalent to a year on the earth — they're all involved with time." Fang Ning persisted.
"There's truly no such thing," Sir System said honestly.
