"Master, what did you say?" Tang Chuanwu thought he was hallucinating. His words had been incoherent, coming out of nowhere. How could Master Lu possibly believe him?
Lu Yang looked Tang Chuanwu in the eye and repeated himself earnestly.
"I believe you."
Tang Chuanwu's lips trembled. He didn't know whether he was laughing or crying. "You believe me? Someone really believes me. I wasn't making it up..."
He had discovered that he could turn back time after an attack targeted his younger sister. In the second cycle, he had frantically called out to her, telling her that she would be in danger if she went out, that she would be killed, that she couldn't leave.
But all he got in return was a bewildered look from his sister.
She hadn't believed him. She died in the second cycle.
Later, he tried to use his ability to turn back time to save other people. He warned them that danger lay ahead and told them not to do certain things. Even when the future proved his words right, all he got in return was even greater distrust.
In the cycles that followed, he calmed down and learned to save people by taking advantage of what he knew that they didn't—and by lying.
This time, overcome with emotion and with no other option, he had shouted the truth at Lu Yang. He'd thought Master Lu would disbelieve him completely, just like everyone else. He'd never expected Master Lu to believe him.
At last, someone believed him.
At last, he'd found a clue to the user of the Dao Fruit of Time.
"Sit down. Don't rush. Take your time and tell me exactly what happened today, and how you found out."
Lu Yang quietly channeled spiritual energy into Tang Chuanwu, helping steady his emotions.