"Long time no see... my future."
"I'm sure you have many questions."
"I just don't know whether I can answer them all for you."
After looking at each other for a moment, the being who called himself the Past Self pointed at the endless Star River before them and spoke calmly, with a faint hint of amusement in his tone—obvious without needing any deliberate observation.
He then added, "As the sole one born from countless possibilities, you are a miracle in yourself. So there is no need to worry that I mean you harm, because without a doubt, I do not have that ability!"
"Indeed, you have no reason to lie to me."
"Any concealment by the strong before the weak is meaningless."
"But the problem is..."
"Sometimes..."
"Lies are better at achieving one's goal than the truth!"
Lu Yuan stared directly at this unknown being who called himself the Past Self, standing above the Star River. He did not hide his vigilance. As he had said, any attempt at concealment was meaningless. The other party was stronger than him, and he had no doubt that the other party could peer into his thoughts. Of course, that was from his own perspective. From the other party's perspective, perhaps he would say, It is not that I intend to peer into your thoughts, but that you cannot control your own thoughts.
As for the standard of this control.
What counted as good?
What counted as bad?
Clearly, it was a circular logic.
Take him, for example.
At this moment, if an ordinary person stood before him, even if that person tried their best to control their thoughts—more plainly, trying to remain in a state of thinking about nothing—he could still clearly see through that person's thoughts. Or rather, he could catch