That man, Zhang Huan, had seen him before. Although he could no longer remember his exact appearance, Zhang Huan's memories allowed him to confirm that such a man had truly existed at the time.
Yet there was no record of that man's existence. This shocked Zhang Huan as well.
Even after exhausting every means of searching, he had found no clues at all, as if that fellow had never existed in the first place.
Until now, Leo had stopped him from investigating any further. Zhang Huan, who had always insisted on uncovering the truth behind anything related to China, found this difficult to accept.
"That fellow disappeared?"
"He was erased. In a sense, yes. I just don't know why you still remember him."
Leo looked at Zhang Huan in puzzlement as he spoke.
Why did Leo know all this? Because during the few minutes he had drifted through the spatial turbulence, what he had done was not merely search for the vanished Void Gold.
For some reason, he had suddenly sensed a strange memory appear among the fragments of space.
More accurately, it was not a memory, but a series of images. From an all-encompassing perspective, he had seen dozens of different scenes.
Most of those places were not on Earth, and the beings he saw were not Earthlings either.
But one scene was extremely familiar. It showed the man on Earth—the very man Leo had once seen with the help of the Time Stone.
It was on the streets of Shanghai, on that familiar road.
Although the scene lasted only a few seconds and covered nothing more than that small section of street, one thing could be seen clearly: a portal of light suddenly appeared in the void.
A strange-looking person stepped out of it, dressed in a uniform