I Kidnapped the Youngest Daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan

318. Fallen Blossoms (2)

Time within the Demon Bell flowed far faster than in reality.

This was partly because the mind accelerated, creating a disparity between perceived and actual time, but also because what the Demon Bell displayed was not the entirety of memory.

Human memory only retained certain deeply impressive fragments, while glossing over fine details.

Thus, in the absence of significant events, time leaped ahead unnaturally, letting days pass in an instant.

The world that the three women entered was such a place.

Thanks to this, after rapidly sweeping through several years of Cheon Hwi’s life, the three reached their own conclusions.

“Brother Cheon of the past truly was incredible. No wonder he was called Blood Wolf.”

“Sister Tang, you don’t need to sugarcoat it. At this level, just say it cleanly—he lived thoughtlessly, reacting moment to moment like a beast.”