"Under normal circumstances, it would take this long." Old Mo paused, "However, taking into account the distortion of time and the deviation in space, it's not necessarily that precise. A little mishap won't matter, as long as you arrive at the Art Building before midnight."
In Old Mo's self-devised plan, there was a two-hour margin for error.
Lin Yi was somewhat puzzled: "Time distortion and spatial deviation... what does that mean?"
Old Mo's footsteps did not stop, but his voice paused for a moment before he said, "I don't understand it myself, so I can't explain it to you in detail. If you want to know the principles, you'll have to ask someone more specialized... I'm just a cook, not the inventor of dishes. I know how much salt to put in a dish and what to do if it's too much, but I don't know why it has to be precisely that amount of salt. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I sort of do..." Lin Yi nodded.