"Hello?"
"Uncle Shang, are you sure doing this can change history?"
Under the orange lamplight, Uncle Shang, holding the phone, paused slightly. "What is it?"
"Following the address you gave me, I went to find the child named Zhou Ping. On the way, I encountered a 'Mystery'..."
On the other end of the line, Ye Fan swiftly described everything that had just happened. Uncle Shang frowned deeply and sank into thought.
"A warning on behalf of the Supreme Being... who was it?"
"I don't know."
Uncle Shang fell silent for a moment. His face, still marked with traces of blood, seemed lost in thought. After a long while, he slowly spoke:
"I understand... Continue following Zhou Ping for now, but don't act rashly. Observe first whether our presence will affect history."
"Okay."
After Ye Fan hung up, Uncle Shang sat alone in the covered boat, his consciousness returning to the convenience store along with those time-piercing eyes.
Zhou Ping changed back into his own clothes and pushed open the warehouse door. At that moment, the manager, Meng Xiang, came toward him while yawning. His gaze swept over the clean and tidy store, and he nodded.
"Good work. Was everything normal last night?"
Zhou Ping glanced at Uncle Shang, who floated in the void beside him, lowered his head, and gave a quiet hum.
After spending so much time together, Meng Xiang had long grown accustomed to Zhou Ping's personality. Without giving it much thought, he waved a hand. "I'm taking over. Go home and get some rest."
Zhou Ping said nothing more. Carrying his bag, he left the convenience store, checked the time, and headed straight home.
After only two steps, he abruptly stopped, his expression turning somewhat ugly.
"What is it?"
Seeing Zhou Ping's sudden change in expression, Uncle