235 Vol 2: Forty Miles Of West bound Winds (3)

As quick as it took for them to settle in, was just as long as it took to forget time. There were times when it felt as though time had stopped. The days seemed to melt into each other. Ku Jian was not sure for how long she slept. It was almost as though her body had paused. It was quite an odd feeling for a cultivator that does not age. It was very different from the feeling she first felt when she had first stopped ageing. It was nothing close. This was how she felt death would feel like, was the only thing she could explain this as.

She was not alone in this feeling of nothing. Nti Anem felt the pause, but since had once laid quiet in a grave as his body decayed while awake, he would not have agreed with Ku Jian’s thoughts if she ever woke to say it out loud. To him, it felt more like an endlessness of time than was it a pause. A continuing that he could not place his finger on.