"That's right," Don Quixote nodded. "This was the 50th tournament. The first one was founded in the year 01 of the Imperial Calendar, and the next one won't begin until year 511."
'Doesn't that mean I can't use tournaments to grind my stats anymore?'
Li Wei couldn't figure out the rules for time conversion in Don Quixote's dream world—if there even were any.
In Don Quixote's dream world, the flow of time was completely out of sync with reality.
Previously, when they were apart for just a few hours, it could be several years in Don Quixote's dream. Sometimes, when Don Quixote didn't sleepwalk for half a month, it might mean ten months of arduous training in his dream.
But in the short term, the next tournament was still seven months away. He probably wouldn't be able to grind for stats during that time.
"I understand," Li Wei nodded. "Thank you for telling me."
