Chapter 108

Within the pale golden mist, time felt like silk threads soaking in honey—stretched thin and languid. Pi Yanlin watched Li Wugui’s frozen Adam’s apple and suddenly retracted his Lazy Fate Imperial Decree. Time within the barrier resumed, but it flowed as sluggishly as tea leaves swirling in an old teacup. Black Impermanence’s fingers, which had been clutching the door crack, moved to retract, but were dragged into slow motion; the Yin-Yang Bureau seal hanging from Li Wugui’s waist swayed for an eternity before finally thumping against the blue bricks at his feet with a dull *clink*.