Jiang Yan Hai studied the Prophet seriously. After a long while, he said, "You aren't the real Prophet?"
The moment he said that, the Prophet reacted. He took a step back, removed the bow and arrows from his body, and instantly aimed them at Jiang Yan Hai. "How did you know?"
"This? It's simple. Not hard to guess, right?" Jiang Yan Hai raised an eyebrow.
"Go on." The other man's tone was calm, but his bow remained aimed at Jiang Yan Hai.
"The real Prophet was from that world, right? And people from that world seemingly can't come to this one. They can't pass through the Stargate." Jiang Yan Hai spoke calmly. "Since you came to this world, you must be from this world. I don't know how you became the Prophet, but clearly, you aren't the original, real Prophet."
Jiang Yan Hai stopped there. He did not need much else; that single point was enough. Most people might not have been able to react so quickly, but Jiang Yan Hai certainly could.
The air fell silent. After a long while, the Prophet lowered the bow in his hand, then returned it to his back alongside the quiver.
"You're right. I am indeed from this world," the Prophet said calmly. "But I can also be considered the real Prophet."
"It sounds like a lot happened in between." Jiang Yan Hai smiled and asked casually, "If you don't mind, could you tell me about it?"
The Prophet's expression was hidden from view, but Jiang Yan Hai could still determine his emotional state through the Data Analysis System.
At that moment, his emotions had already calmed. After a long while, the Prophet finally said, "There's nothing much to tell. When the Stargate you mentioned first opened, we were among the first group