Quite a fruitful haul. As expected, Old Master Ji had better working conditions.
Though it had only been a fleeting glimpse, Fu Qian had already been quite satisfied in that moment.
So this was the legendary "history makes one wise," huh? Some things really felt completely different when witnessed firsthand.
Was this how the old master had traveled through the past and present of Bookstore World?
Looking for certain answers this way would be far more satisfying no matter how one thought about it.
By comparison, his own missions seemed trapped by the curse of nineteen years and three months, like scratching an itch through a boot.
What a pity. The Old Master Ji he had met had already been severely lacking in the ability to communicate. Otherwise, there would have been so much they could discuss together.
Shaking his head inwardly, Fu Qian did not blame the platform for its decline.
One had to look on the bright side. The range of the time rewind might have shortened, but the mission difficulty seemed to have increased as well. Otherwise, where would all the fun come from—so where was this now?
Amid his optimistic attitude, the scene before him came into focus once more. He had clearly arrived at camera position five.
As for this new perspective, Fu Qian immediately tried to place himself into it—wait, wasn't this new angle a little too strange?
For Fu Qian, it was easy to recognize what lay before him.
But precisely because of that, the viewing experience was especially bizarre.
First of all, despite having just remarked on how nice the weather was, everything before him was still pitch-black.
Second, a razor-sharp sliver of light pierced through the middle of that darkness.
And his current viewpoint was pressed against that sliver of light,