Poetic Justice

"Fellow Daoist Wang is out." Jiang Yue suddenly said and pointed to a place.

Seeing this, Yu Nianzhen also looked but he soon frowned.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yue questioned.

"It's been more than three hundred years."

At first, Jiang Yue didn't understand what his lover was talking about.

However, when he thought about it, he soon realised and couldn't help but frown.

"He shouldn't be alive." He said and Yu Nianzhen nodded.

As early as when they were in the third room, Wang Peng only had three hundred years until his next tribulation.

Since then, hundreds of years had passed and trapped in the ruin, Wang Peng undoubtedly missed his tribulation.

Logically, he should have died the moment he missed his tribulation.

"This…" Jiang Yue started and frowned.

"There is only one explanation." Yu Nianzhen said and Jiang Yue looked at the person.

"There is a time difference between the ruin and the outside world."