Confirmation

Had he grasped the secret of his time reversals?

Yan Chixia and Sun Junlin, the Left Envoy, were both seasoned, powerful figures of the jianghu, yet even they felt as if they were listening to a heavenly book. They had clearly experienced these events themselves, so how had they taken on such a completely different appearance in the other man's telling? It was like going to the end of an alley to buy a sugar figurine as a child, only to return home and be told that evil demons had invaded along the way, a hero had stepped in, a fierce battle had been fought, and a moving tale of love had unfolded before everything finally settled down. It looked as though everything had happened, yet left no trace at all. To them, it could only be a story.

Foolish Monk said nothing. It seemed that Meng Qi's knowledge of his possession of the Ksitigarbha Soul Crossing Scripture had shaken him slightly. He dared not claim the story was true or false, but neither could he be sure whether the Azure Heaven Sect Master had woven it with some other purpose in mind.

Seeing that everyone had fallen silent, Meng Qi did not directly reveal the secret of the time reversals. Instead, he recounted several different developments, such as the various ways Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian had met.

The few people present exchanged bewildered looks. If this was a fabricated story, how could its details be so precise, perfectly matching each person's temperament and manner of speech? They felt as though they had indirectly encountered another version of themselves!

Could anyone really make this up out of thin air?

Or had the other man's ability to deduce and divine reached a terrifying extreme? If so, why deceive them with