["You will definitely return?!"]
[Had Chen Qingyan actually dared to state it so plainly back then?]
[You knew those words might not have been meant for Mo Wuyou.]
[—Rather, he had been conveying information to you.]
[With that said, as you watched Mo Wuyou recount the events so vividly, you began piecing together the threads of those three conversations through the [Spacetime Token].]
[The first two had been fairly normal.]
[The third, however, had been strange at every turn.]
[First came that [flash of colorful light].]
[Colorful light.]
[—A certain being abruptly surfaced in your mind.]
["Old Self"!]
[Few even knew of a Supreme Treasure like the [Spacetime Token], and those capable of interfering with its workings could be counted on one hand.]
[Most likely, Old Self had made his move.]
[Then what had he been trying to point out to you?]
[You began comparing the third activation with the first two.]
[Every activation had involved a conversation.]
[During the first activation, Chen Qingyan had acted as though he had anticipated it.]
[You had originally assumed Senior Lin Feng was the reason.]
[—After all, when the [Spacetime Token] was activated in the [present], it had to obey that ironclad rule:]
[If the number of uses was odd, it linked to the past; if even, it linked to the future.]
[But on closer thought, that did not add up.]
[Senior Lin Feng should not have known of Mo Wuyou's existence, much less specifically told Chen Qingyan about him.]
[Then how had Chen Qingyan known in advance?]
[Unless...]
[—Someone had told him.]
["Old Self"!]
[It had to be him.]
[He had made his move.]
[That was why the [Spacetime Token] had ended up in Chen Qingyan's hands.]
[You had wondered before why, after so many rounds of [normal simulation] in which Chen