Lu Ban hopped and ran, much like a rabbit delving deeper into the labyrinth, occasionally glancing at the golden pocket watch in his hand.
"I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late."
He muttered under his breath.
Plato had no clue what Lu Ban was scheming, but he followed along.
"Do we have little time left?"
He asked, since Lu Ban clearly knew more about the situation at hand.
"Not exactly, it's just that the line seemed fitting, so I couldn't help saying it."
Lu Ban replied on the spot.
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Plato was unclear about the young man's thoughts, but his curiosity was piqued when Lu Ban mentioned his earlier statement about blowing the whole place up, wondering how he planned to do it.
According to Lu Ban, this place was the Octopus Man's spiritual world, like a dream, but the difference was that the Octopus Man had absolute control, akin to a master who could manipulate and alter the dream at will.