Xiao Feng's tone was firm, his expression unusually serious.
That left Lan Qingyou with little to say.
Because he looked as though he meant it.
He really believed her.
So Lan Qingyou told him about her transmigration.
How the World Will had set them up and sold them to this world as a group, how she had hopped back and forth through time, how she had miscalculated while improvising in an emergency...
In short, she told him everything she ought to.
And certainly nothing she ought not to.
For instance, she would never admit that she had landed on the wrong timeline and traveled a thousand years into the past because she wasn't strong enough.
Anyway, none of this was much of a secret.
Now that they knew not everyone on the Karim Continent was dead, Xiao Feng would come into contact with outsiders sooner or later.
There was no point concealing something he could learn just by asking around.
Of course, even now, she didn't dare use time magic carelessly.
Especially on herself.
"So, Teacher, you've been on Storm Island for over a hundred years?"
Xiao Feng remained perfectly calm after hearing the general story.
To him, things like time travel or even teleporting between planets weren't particularly shocking.
They might sound impressive at first.
But they didn't have much to do with him.
Besides, after more than a thousand years, he had seen all sorts of things, great and small.
So he didn't dwell on any of that.
"That's one way to put it."
"I see... If I'd known, I should have gone there sooner. Then I could have seen you earlier, Teacher."
After learning the whole story,
Xiao Feng couldn't help grumbling in a slightly wheedling, resentful voice.
More than eleven hundred years had passed since he