"In fourteen breaths, I have diverted the attention of all the Tribulation Crossing Mahayana cultivators watching this place. During this time, no one will come to save you."
After speaking, he closed his mouth, no longer looking at Zhang Ze, instead, he seriously studied the golden door.
Time passed second by second. It was unclear how many set of fourteen breaths had passed, but nothing happened.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Xiao Jing's affected voice rang out once again.
"The fourteen breaths I mentioned refer to the outside world, but this place is my own time domain. Time here is measured by me—fourteen days, fourteen years, all at my whim."
After Emperor Xiaojing finished speaking, he wanted to turn back to see the look of despair on Zhang Ze's face.
However, Zhang Ze remained in the immobilized state, completely unmoving.
Seeing that his deliberately exposed flaw had not provoked a desperate counterattack from Zhang Ze, Emperor Xiaojing felt some disappointment.
