Accepting the Project
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Even though the forging space could slow down the passage of time, he still could not balance out the amount of mental energy he had consumed.
Unless he became a six-star blacksmith, it would be difficult to maintain a balance between consumption and replenishment.
Thinking of this, Wu Mo suppressed his desire for knowledge. He closed his eyes and imagined his whole body falling.
A wondrous feeling immediately made him leave the forging space and return to his bedroom in the villa.
Looking at the open notebook before him, Wu Mo stood up and promptly put it back in the desk drawer.
He then pushed open the bedroom door and entered the bathroom to wash up.
Wu Mo changed into a new set of clothes and quickly went downstairs.
He looked at the time. It was already past eight in the morning.
He had stayed in the forging space for a few hours, but only a few minutes had passed in the real world.