"Very much like Shi Lan..." Lingyun froze, then murmured, "Didn't you say you hadn't gotten a clear look?"
Meng wasn't one to make baseless claims. If he said that person resembled Shi Lan, he must have been at least seventy percent certain.
"That person's Dao is very similar to the path Shi Lan has taken."
Meng's words had practically confirmed the suspicion. Anyone who had reached the Other Shore could see that Shi Lan was different.
Shi Lan was creating her own cultivation method. Though she was still at the very beginning and her Dao fruit remained incomplete, it was a path that belonged to her alone. It was impossible to find anything similar in the vast universe. This was a road every lifeform who reached the peak had to walk.
"But it's only been a hundred years. How could Shi Lan have gained such power?" Lingyun steadied his turbulent thoughts and spoke calmly. "And why would she do this?"
At least from his perspective, they and Shi Lan stood on the same side. Even if she wanted to do something, she should have told them first.
"For her, perhaps far more than a mere hundred years have passed." Meng reined in his thoughts and returned to his usual indifference. "Whatever her reason, her actions have already disrupted our plans."
"You mean she left this era and went to the past or the future?" Lingyun understood at once, his brow furrowing. "Who sent her?"
Only a Sovereign could cross the river of time. Yet even a Sovereign's ability to influence it was extremely limited.
Every lifeform affected time differently. An unremarkable mortal would have only the faintest impact, no matter which era they lived in; the river of time might not even form a tributary because of them.
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