Chapter 487

Even after merging with the elderly Saruman's vast knowledge spanning a thousand years, forbidden lore, and profound understanding of Ian Prince's power and mystery, his young face still uncontrollably displayed an utterly obvious, dazed expression mixed with astonishment and confusion.

A cold turbulent void?

He understood that.

The instinctive trembling of his body caused by the fusion shock and the tearing of time and space?

He understood that too.

But—"newcomer"? "This batch"? "Best physical condition"?

Combined with Ian Prince's expressionless face and matter-of-fact tone, these words formed an utterly bizarre statement that lay completely beyond the bounds of Saruman's logic and linguistic comprehension—whether he was the young version or the version fused with a thousand years of memories. He simply could not understand it.

A thousand years of wisdom whirred frantically, trying to decipher the deeper meaning, metaphor, or some ancient coded language he did not know behind those words. Was it mockery? A test? Or some specific term involving the laws of time and space?

He found nothing.

The literal meaning of the sentence was simple to the point of childishness, yet the context in which it had appeared and the identity of the speaker made it seem incomparably absurd and baffling.

Saruman opened his mouth, wanting to say something in response, only to discover that every word seemed pale and powerless at this moment. He could only maintain that slightly dazed expression, silently staring at the young legend above him, who looked down from on high and spoke incomprehensible words, while he alone fell into a crisis of understanding amid the cold, trembling void.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Two people from different eras.

Two people whose paths had once crossed.

Met again at this moment.

And the ancient story that should have belonged only to history,