The place where the three are standing is connected to that pavilion, just a few turns away.
The three don't want to waste a moment, especially Chen Moxiang. It's now three thirty in the morning, and there's not much time until daybreak, especially since it's summer with long days and short nights.
The pavilion is about fifty meters away, logically, they should have reached it in a minute. But after a minute, the three of them seem to be fifty meters away from the pavilion, feeling like they're marching in place.
Chen Moxiang stopped walking; she exchanged a glance with Lin Tian, both sensing something amiss, and smiled bitterly.
"Jiazhi, what do you think?" Lin Tian turned to ask Xv Jiazhi.
"There must be something strange here laid out by the Wang Family, like a maze. It feels like we've returned to the starting point," Xv Jiazhi replied.
