Above the cliff, the sea wind still howled.
Peak Rayleigh and the future Marco, two legends from different eras, chatted away happily over a wine pot of strong liquor.
They seemed to have endless old stories to tell and boundless reflections to share.
Chen Ye simply stood quietly to one side, not interrupting them.
He could sense the strange friendship between the two that transcended time and space, and he was happy to let them catch up a little longer.
But they had not traveled back in time just to reminisce.
Seeing their conversation grow more and more animated, with Marco seemingly having forgotten why they had traveled back, Chen Ye knew he could not wait any longer.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt."
Chen Ye's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached both their ears.
Marco and Rayleigh stopped talking at the same time and turned to look at him.
Marco looked at Chen Ye with a trace of apology on his face. He had gotten so caught up in the conversation that he had nearly forgotten their real business.
Rayleigh, on the other hand, remained as calm and composed as ever. Yet the gaze behind his lenses seemed to have already seen through everything.
Chen Ye did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
"Mr. Rayleigh, we have presumptuously traveled through time because there is an extremely urgent matter for which we hope to ask for your help."
His tone was incomparably solemn.
However, before Chen Ye could finish what he wanted to say—
Rayleigh waved a hand, picked up the empty wine pot and gave it a shake, a knowing smile appearing on his face.
"No need to say any more."
He spoke casually.
"It's