"Which year are you from?!" the Cloaked Stone Carver's voice was hoarse as he shouted in a low voice.
Jiang Xiao frowned slightly, his body tensing as he prepared for battle.
Seeing this, the Cloaked Stone Carver's slightly agitated appearance gradually calmed down.
Those brief five seconds felt incredibly long in this oppressive, stifling atmosphere.
"Ha..." The Cloaked Stone Carver let out a deep sigh, slowly removed his hood, and revealed a weathered old face.
Then his features shifted. In the end, he became... became Jiang Xiao.
A mature Jiang Xiao—or perhaps an aged Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao's pupils contracted slightly. His thoughts raced as he stared fixedly at the aged Jiang Xiao before him.
He... might have been forty, or perhaps fifty. Jiang Xiao suddenly realized that he could not determine the man's exact age, because his condition was simply too peculiar. That weathered face seemed to have endured every hardship in the world.
Perhaps it should have been the face of a forty-year-old, yet it possessed a pair of murky eyes that had seen everything in the world.
His condition was terrible—extremely terrible. His complexion was poor, his stubble sparse and scraggly, and his hair fluffy and disheveled.
The Stone Carver—aged Jiang Xiao—slowly spoke. This time, however, he had calmed down completely. "Which year are you from?"
Jiang Xiao pondered for a long while before replying, "2020."
The Stone Carver frowned slightly, nodded, and fell into deep thought.
Jiang Xiao lowered the brim of his hat and discreetly surveyed his surroundings, making sure the area was safe.
The Stone Carver suddenly asked, "Before coming here, did you go anywhere else? Did you change history?"
Jiang Xiao froze for a moment and said, "No."
"Good." The Stone Carver let out a huge sigh of relief. The tension on his