The whole world seemed to be dragged into a slow rhythm by the board, in Xiang Beifei's eyes, the world slowed down, and when others blinked, he could clearly see the other person's eyelids closing and their eyelashes trembling.
Even the process of wood splintering was crystal clear.
The sound wave ripples that the Five-stringed Qin originally sent out, Xiang Beifei even felt that he could trace the patterns of these ripples.
The wind was slow, the flowing water was slow, speaking was slow, even the sound itself slowed down.
This feeling was not just experienced by Xiang Beifei; everyone saw the world suddenly slow down. They were dragged into this realm, and it was impossible to speed up, as if they must follow this bizarre slow rhythm.
But this slow rhythm seemed to have no benefit for Xiang Beifei, since everyone became slower, relatively speaking, everyone remained at their own speed level, and no one gained an advantage.
Just then, the three blocks suddenly knocked again!
