Mr. Su Bai sat by the pond, and now it was already dark. He was like a lonely night watchman,
very bored,
and very uninterested,
because Mr. Su Bai did not know how long he would have to stay here. Moreover, in a sense, since the radio had manipulated the definition of "3 hours" to relatively extend this duration, it would definitely impose great restrictions on him in this story world.
Otherwise, in such a long time, Mr. Su Bai could totally go to the fox nest to hunt monsters, or seek treasures in Taoist Mountain Gate, bulldozing his way through the natives of this story world, taking whatever he saw, grabbing whatever he saw. Placing Mr. Su Bai in this story world, which was suitable for low-level audiences like Aroma, was basically like sending a tiger into a sheep pen.
But obviously, Mr. Su Bai wasn't even getting a whiff of mutton now; the pond was very clean, but there were no fish, and he couldn't catch one to roast.
