Li Feng stared at the other version of himself, who looked a bit older and more mature.
His eyes were filled with the weight of endless years of experience.
A black cloak swayed gently around him as he exhaled cold mist, yet his gaze remained locked firmly on Yue Lan.
Li Feng could feel a strange, overwhelming suppression radiating from the man... a pressure so heavy it made him want to kneel on the spot.
"What's going on…? Why am I…?" he murmured, utterly lost.
Instead of bringing answers, the vision only flooded his mind with even greater confusion.
Just then, the older 'Li Feng' walked calmly past him, heading straight toward Yue Lan.
Li Feng's eyes widened as he remembered... what Yue Lan had whispered earlier.
But he could do nothing but stare at the man's back.
...And for some reason, he felt a strange sense of guilt emanating from that powerful figure.
Then a sharp voice cut through the howling wind.
"So after two hundred years… you finally decided to come back…"
