In a mountain hollow, Song Changsheng casually snapped a Tier Two Low-Grade Celestial Heart Grass at the stem and put it into his Qiankun Bag, then continued onward.
This was the third day since he had left the Medicinal Garden. The journey had been eerily quiet; he hadn't so much as seen a rabbit, let alone another person.
He figured there probably weren't any animals in this Space at all. Otherwise, there was no way these Spirit Medicines could grow so well in the wild.
"Only about ten ancient hours left, and still about three hundred li to go," he murmured softly after silently calculating the time. "Looks like I need to pick up the pace."
Although this world was no different from daytime in the outside world, the sky was a hazy gray. There was no sun, moon, or stars, and no night—only perpetual daylight.
That was why Song Changsheng could only roughly estimate that he had about ten ancient hours left.
