Chu Qing could not understand Liuli's sense of time:
A hundred years was a very, very long time.
He had practiced martial arts for only five years so far.
Yet he had already experienced so much; only during that final year, when he had been intimate with Nangong and built the Yellow Dao Twelve Palaces, had he vaguely sensed how time vanished in the blink of an eye.
Liuli carried the Incense Burner and walked through the tribe with him.
Chu Qing discovered:
The people in the tribe were somewhat stronger than before.
The young children leaped and darted about as they practiced Mantis Fist.
Liuli instructed the children. "They practice the martial arts you brought from the future. Their bodies have grown a little stronger, and the offspring they produce are also stronger than before."
"If this continues, after several hundred more generations, newborns will have even better constitutions."
Chu Qing nodded.
As the two chatted, Liuli asked Chu Qing about the future.
Chu Qing briefly explained, "This historical record is the same as last time. Nothing has changed."
Liuli cocked her head and pondered for a moment. "That is normal!"
"If the point in time where you are and this point in time are far apart, history will not record anything unless it is an especially major event."
Chu Qing nodded and guided the tribal children in practicing Mantis Fist.
Then he continued strolling with Liuli.
After a while, Chu Qing asked:
"Liuli, have you heard of a tongue falling from the sky?"
Liuli tilted her head and thought for a moment. "No, I have not."
"What? A tongue fell from the sky and attacked you?"
Chu Qing nodded.
He told her about what the Princess Consort and he had experienced.
Then he told her about the enormous