Following his mother, he left the room.
And as he walked towards the courtyard, he encountered his sister and father.
They appeared engrossed in a conversation of utmost urgency, their expressions tense, and their voices hushed. Despite Chang Yuan's apparent disinterest, his unique time-lapse ability enabled him to catch every word exchanged in the room, effortlessly absorbing the gravity of the situation unfolding before him. It was as if time itself bowed to his extraordinary skill, granting him access to the intricacies of the clandestine discussion taking place around him.
Listening to their conversation.
"Chang Xian, what do you think about your brother? Do you think he can pass the sect trial?"
Chang Xian, with a determined resolve etched across her features, tightly clenched her fists and brought them purposefully to her chest. The impact of her gesture reverberated in the room as she confirmed, "Yes, Father, he has the ability to do so." Her words, infused with a delicate blend of loyalty and conviction, resonated with sincerity.
"You're always acting like you have a brother complex." "I shouldn't have asked that question to you," Chang Xuan remarked.
Chang Xian's entire body flushed crimson red at the statement, and in an earnest attempt to persuade, she stammered, "No, Father, you're mistaken." "I didn't mean it that way." The air was tense as she tried to clarify her intentions and clear up any misunderstandings that had resulted from her previous question.
As they were about to continue their conversation, the anticipated dialogue between Chang Xuan and Chang Xian was abruptly interrupted by the sudden arrival of Chang Yuan in the peaceful courtyard.
The moment Chang Yuan made his presence known, a wave of joy and relief washed over both Chang Xuan and Chang Xian. Their faces lit up with genuine happiness, reflecting the shared sense of connection and familial warmth that defined their relationship. The initial intention to continue their discussion was momentarily set aside as the trio reunited. The courtyard served as a backdrop for the exchange of smiles and the reassurance that Chang Yuan's presence brought to the unfolding scene.
Seeing both the father and his sister's faces, Chang Yuan doesn't have anything to say.
This preference, while initially flattering, morphed into a source of profound disquiet for Chang Yuan. The stark realization that his sister received less of their father's affection weighed heavily on him, causing him to feel uncomfortable and guilty.
Adding to the complexity, his father's unwavering insistence on cultivating not only the mind but also the body became a recurring ordeal for him. The demand to withstand the challenges of physical training arose as a paternal expectation, a requirement that, at times, felt similar to a demanding ordeal.
Chang Yuan, sitting in a chair, asked, "Father, when will the sect opening ceremony start?"
"Let me see the time for a second."
With a swift and practiced hand gesture, one that had become familiar to Chang Yuan over time, a ripple of energy materialized, giving birth to a luminous screen that hovered in front of him. This arcane display, a testament to his unique abilities, held the power to unveil the fabric of time itself.
In the ethereal glow of the screen, Chang Yuan's voice resonated with a measured cadence as he delivered crucial information. "The time is 38:70," he declared, his words carrying an air of authority rooted in his mastery of temporal intricacies. The numerical notation, a language of its own in the realm of temporal awareness, signified a precise moment in the continuum.
As the luminous digits flickered, a revelation unfolded. "The opening time of the Mo Sect is 39:00," he continued, his gaze fixated on the temporal tapestry unveiled before him. A palpable sense of urgency filled the courtyard as Chang Yuan processed the temporal coordinates, calculating the remaining time span.
"There is 50 minutes remaining for our journey to the sect," he announced, the weight of each passing moment amplified by the temporal precision at his disposal. The upcoming pilgrimage to the Mo Sect was not only a physical journey but also a temporal odyssey for Chang Yuan. He had to navigate the delicate balance between the passing minutes and the impending opening of the sect gates..