Meanwhile, the original Li Feng's brows furrowed deeply after hearing all those words.
He stood beside his future self in silence for a moment, eyes fixed on the scene of the sickly young girl and the masked man.
Then a low murmur escaped him, filled with clear disbelief.
"…How is a plague even able to do that?"
Infecting people was one thing.
But contaminating the Fortune Providence of an entire dynasty... an invisible foundation that should have been far beyond the reach of ordinary methods... was something else entirely.
Even with everything he had witnessed so far, the scale of it still felt abnormal.
Beside him, the future Li Feng remained silent for a short while, empty eyes still fixed on the unfolding memory.
Then, in a soft voice, he began to explain.
"…It is possible," he said quietly, "if the one who created the plague already stands at a level where fortune itself can be treated as material."
His gaze did not shift from the bamboo house.
