Rabbit Strikes Again, Xiao Yan Was Here

"How is that possible?" Even Xiao Yan was startled by the conclusion he had reached.

If this man really was Yun Potian, how could he have stood by while the Soul Hall got its claws into the Misty Cloud Sect?

Even later, when the sect was dissolved, he had never appeared.

Surely, when the sect's survival was at stake, he would have stepped in.

Before long, Xiao Yan found the answer.

It was not that Yun Potian had refused to act. He had been unable to.

From what Xiao Yan could sense, Yun Potian was suspended at the brink of death.

He bore wounds that would not heal, and his soul had nearly fallen apart.

But some mysterious power seemed to have locked him in that state. His life force had stopped ebbing away, leaving his body free of decay, his soul intact, and his remaining life fixed in place.

That mysterious power felt all too familiar to Xiao Yan.

After what had happened with Cai Die, his first thought was of his future self.

A thoughtful look crossed Xiao Yan's face. He extended his senses and searched every corner of the sealed chamber.

Knowing himself, he had probably left behind some cryptic message.

Sure enough, a line of small characters was carved into the stone platform before Yun Potian:

"Xiao Yan was here!"

Xiao Yan's eyelid twitched.

So it really was his doing. His future self was just as annoying as ever.

That cleared things up.

At some point, his future self had traveled back to the moment when Yun Potian lay dying.

Perhaps he had feared that saving Yun Potian outright would disrupt the timeline. Instead of healing him, he had frozen his life force in place and left the rescue to his present self.

What Xiao Yan