Lu Zhao couldn't help but ponder, "How many things can there be in modern times? Does he really need a history book to fill in the gaps in his memory?"
"Should we try to test it out?" Jin Jiuyao quietly asked.
Lu Zhao glanced at him, as if to say think before you speak, "Do you want to get caught in the vortex of time? We can't even figure out what Xiao Zi really is... It's fine if our hypotheses are wrong, but what if they are right? Have you thought about what might happen if you get close to him?"
"The reason we think 'time' isn't frightening is because we're just dust attached to the moving clock hand, not understanding what time is. When dust attempts to stroke against the clock hand, it faces an infinite power beyond words."
"Even a sliver of the aftermath is enough to trap us in endless devastation."
He gave Jin Jiuyao a deep look, "Think before you speak next time, don't always be daydreaming. I won't remind you too much."
Jin Jiuyao closed his mouth.
