Hearing Xiya's words, Stone found it somewhat unbelievable. He took a deep draw from his heather-root-carved pipe. The nerve-relaxing smoke passed through his throat and windpipe and entered his lungs, bringing him a slight sensation of pain that made him even more clear-headed.
"Isn't this a little too fanciful? Sorry, what I mean is, Mr. Trist has been missing for ten years. Even if we have some way to try now, so much time has already passed. Can we really change history?"
His thoughts were perfectly normal. The past could not be changed—that was how ordinary people understood things. If the past could be altered at will, then the foundation of reality itself would be lost.
But in the Otherworld, anything was possible.
"It is possible."
Xiya spoke with certainty, then looked toward Lu Ban.
"Do you remember what I once told you? I once encountered Du Danping in the Otherworld. At that point in time, Du Danping had already been dead for a long time as far as you were concerned, but he was still alive and well to me. If I had recognized him sooner back then, I might have been able to contact him and save that senior."
"That probably won't work, because I've already seen Du Danping's remains."
Lu Ban thought about it and still did not mention that he had reduced Du Danping's corpse to ashes.
That would not look very good.
But then he thought of something else.
Was the mission he had undertaken precisely to "witness" Du Danping's death?
Once it was observed and confirmed by another Chosen of the Gods, would Du Danping's "death" become an established fact?
But Du Danping was a Chosen of the Gods from the Silent Land. The Great Beings who had created the Silent Land had no