If Everything Continues Along Its Current Course, the Battle Between Ghost Valley and Huolin Fei

Feng Yao from a hundred thousand years in the future held his fist before his younger self's forehead, his knuckles clenched tight, yet in the end, he did not bring it down.

He slowly withdrew his hand. The fighting spirit in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a bottomless weariness and relief.

"Looks like I was still the more skilled one."

"Hmph."

Blood trickled from young Feng Yao's lips. He snorted coldly but did not argue.

A loss was a loss. He had never made excuses for failure.

Though the identity of this "impostor" before him remained questionable, he acknowledged the man's strength.

"Kill me or torture me. Do as you please."

He spoke coldly, without the slightest trace of fear in his voice.

Death? It was no more than an instant. When had he ever feared it?

Yet just as Feng Yao from a hundred thousand years later fell silent, a slender figure suddenly stepped in front of young Feng Yao. It was Kazekage.

"Although you look a lot like my Brother, and although I am willing to believe that you are my Brother, I know that you are not."

Kazekage firmly spread her arms, shielding the injured Feng Yao behind her.

She looked at this "Brother," who was nearly identical to her own brother.

His eyes held too many emotions she could not understand—nostalgia, regret, tenderness, and even a trace of vulnerability she had never seen in her brother's eyes.

Reason told her that this man could not possibly be her brother, yet her emotions prevented her from completely denying it.

Every subtle movement he made, every expression that seemed to hold back unspoken words, made her feel as though he might truly have returned from some distant future, carrying an obsession she could not understand.

Feng Yao