Time really flies when you're focused on a task.
Aside from occasionally traveling back to the modern world, Gu Zhao had been in peaceful, closed-door cultivation at Daluo Palace. Nothing much was happening in the modern world, and things were proceeding as planned in the Otherworld. So, two months passed in the blink of an eye. It was only when he emerged from his seclusion that he realized sixty days had already gone by.
"No wonder legends say Immortals enter seclusion for sixty years at a time," Gu Zhao remarked with a sigh. "When you're truly engrossed in Cultivation, you lose all track of time."
"You're only in your twenties and you were in seclusion for sixty-odd days. Listening to you, it sounds a bit like you're trying to sound profound for the sake of it," Taoist Yan Song said with a laugh.
"Is that so?" Gu Zhao smacked his lips, then asked, "How are things on our end?"
