He had exerted some effort to suppress this sudden impulse to break through, and soon he tore open the cocoon shell that blocked his sight.
But the scene before his eyes seemed to deviate from his memory.
He flew out of the cocoon shell, and upon seeing the white threads on the ground and the cocoon shell behind him, he quickly deduced his state.
"Have I cocooned?" Richard frowned slightly and turned to ask Alex beside him, "How long have I slept?"
"Twenty years, three months, and seven days."
"That long!" Richard exclaimed in surprise.
He had thought that he had only slept for a few months, or perhaps a few years. But to his astonishment, it turned out he had transformed for twenty years.
In the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed, and Richard felt that the world had gone mad.
Richard remained silent for a long while and eventually accepted this regrettable fact.