In the mountains, one loses all track of time.
For Ah Er, at least, time had become a blur.
Naturally nocturnal, he had started moving about during the day after following Bai Mo. This change had made him less sensitive to the passing of days and nights.
It had likely been a long time since anyone from the outside had seen Bai Mo.
The patrols of the black prison were conducted by Li Wuji.
On the rare occasion Li Wuji was too busy, Ah Er would take his place.
He was meticulous, so a single patrol often took up the better part of a day.
The Foreign Affairs Hall disciples, still bustling outside the mountain trying to reclaim the Ghostly Land, had no complaints.
The reason the work had dragged on for so long was that the Foreign Affairs Hall members had discovered a ghost egg thirty feet underground.
Heaven knew which hiding Ghost King had left it behind, but in any case, the Foreign Affairs Hall disciples were in an uproar.
