It would come back for revenge.
Although Sun Hang did not know why he believed this so firmly, the thought was like an ideological brand, deeply etched into his mind.
I don't need to search for its tracks. I only need to wait here, wait for the moment of the final battle.
Vaguely, Sun Hang seemed to sense a gaze crossing time and space, shooting toward him from somewhere thousands of miles away. He turned his head and met a pair of eyes filled with resentment and madness.
The gaze vanished in an instant, like a small splash raised by a pebble thrown into the river of time, smoothed away in the blink of an eye by the flowing current.
That gaze did not belong to Sun Hang's time. It was more like a letter preserved for over a century; its yellowed paper rapidly oxidized upon contact with the air, until it turned into nothingness.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Qi waved a hand in front of Sun Hang's face. "Why do you look so distracted?"
"Nothing. I thought of something and drifted off," Sun Hang said casually.
"Why do I feel like... ever since you came back from Nameless Island, I've been able to understand you less and less?" Yang Qi murmured, sounding as though she were talking to herself, yet also as though she were complaining to Sun Hang.
"Could you understand me before?"
"At least not like this." Yang Qi sighed. "There are so many mysteries surrounding you now that I can't even be bothered to dig into them anymore... I only want to ask you one thing. You're on our side, right?"
"Your side... which side is that?" Sun Hang asked seriously, looking into Yang Qi's eyes.
"Humanity," Yang Qi answered just as seriously.
"But even