"Instead of 'underling,' I prefer the term 'promising protégé.'"
"Close enough. It's all the same."
Lin Yun took a sip of red wine, her expression turning a little more serious. "All right, explain. What's really going on?"
Anything involving time was never simple.
Zhou Chen looked toward Li Xiye, who wore a complicated expression, and began to explain slowly, "I'm from the year 234 of the New Era. One day, I received a letter you had written to me."
"Me?" Li Xiye was stunned.
"Yes. To the me of that time, it was a letter from a stranger. In it, she acted as if she knew me very well and asked me to make a trip to Hong City. So I did. I first killed a group of crazed members of the Blood Race, then got into a fight with some mercenaries.
Then, while I was resting in a hotel, I just—WHOOSH—traveled through time. The moment I landed, I ran into you being chased by Corrupters..."
"Hold on, hold on."
