Yurina was a little stunned.
She had not heard Lin Qiye climbing up the steep slope at all. She did not even know when he had come up from below. Like a black ghost, he had flashed up from the foot of the slope in an instant.
"Your skills are pretty impressive." Yurina remarked in Japanese.
Lin Qiye merely smiled without saying anything.
The two of them followed the road along the sheer cliff, the azure sky overhead, walking one behind the other toward the other end of the road.
Yurina walked in front barefoot, her soles leaving faint wet marks on the gray asphalt. The old black cherry blossom kimono she wore seemed a little loose, as though it was not her size. Even the sleeves were torn in places, stitched back together with strands of gray thread.
With every step she took, the pale pink hairpin tucked into her bun-like black hair swayed gently, reflecting a crystalline glimmer.
Lin Qiye wore a black trench coat and walked calmly behind her.
In his mind, he rapidly sorted through all the information he knew.
The origin of everything was that white-haired old man in the mist, standing on a small boat, who was suspected to be King Mask.
He wore King Mask's mask, draped himself in the Mask Squad's cloak, carried Yi Yuan at his waist, and possessed powers related to time. Lin Qiye was almost certain that man was King Mask...
But the contradiction was that King Mask was not that old, and he was still far from reaching the divine realm.
Could he have come from the future?
The instant this thought appeared in Lin Qiye's mind, he labeled it "highly likely." It was no secret that King Mask could travel through time.
When Instructor Yuan Gang had