"What?"
"Can't believe it?"
The boy, wearing a grave expression, glanced at Liu Di. "Young man, this world is far stranger and more bizarre than you imagine. Ordinary people can't bear the truth behind many things, but to me, they're already commonplace."
This child's tone was remarkably similar to Whitebrow's tone back on Xiuxiang Mountain.
It carried a deeper implication.
The vast majority of people lived amid illusions.
Historical deception, the concealment of those in power, distortions in the transmission of information, and top-secret matters that had never been discovered by anyone.
If every truth were made public.
Who knew how many people's worldviews would collapse.
The world's true appearance?
By now, Liu Di had gained many insights into those words. Even if this "child" was 101 years old, he still could not compare to Liu Di, whose journey through time had begun at the Cosmic Singularity.
Liu Di had gradually come to a new realization—knowing more only brought more confusion.
So he looked at the boy with some surprise.
All kinds of questions swirled through his mind.
Immortality syndrome might exist, but could it really reach such a degree?
He should be called some kind of demon.
Besides, when Liu Di had met Whitebrow, although he could not tell that the man was 142 years old, he had at least looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies.
Unless.
This child began aging from now—from this very year—and only after roughly forty years would he look like the person Liu Di had seen in 2020!
Could immortality syndrome work like that?
Could someone suddenly begin to age from a certain point in time?
Then.
An image suddenly sprang into Liu Di's mind—a court painting from the Qing Dynasty Guangxu Era.
When Liu Di had first met Whitebrow