["Future Li Ping is dead, but what does that have to do with my past self?"]
[Through the memory images, you watched Past Li Ping, who had sworn to draw a clear line between himself and the already-dead future Li Ping. A quote that had been immensely popular in your previous life sprang to mind—]
["You're arresting Zhou Shuren. What does that have to do with me, Lu Xun?"]
["..."]
[You let out a long sigh, watching him keep putting on his act.]
[No matter what methods you tried, there was no way to close these memory images—or what Past Li Ping called [Golden Entry: The Last Supper].]
[The [Purple Talent: I Am the Chess Player] in your Sea of Consciousness had not triggered again, either.]
[So you could not help interrupting his "heartfelt performance," saying flatly:]
["I don't care how you divide your past and future—that higher-dimensional level is beyond my reach for now. All I care about right now is your purpose!"]
["My purpose..."]
[At those words, his gaze finally stirred, as though boundless power were being born and extinguished within it.]
[Past Li Ping finally gave his response from within the projected memory images:]
["Of course I have a purpose. Since you want to know, I'll explain it properly. I want to save my future self, who is already dead!"]
["After all, you are speaking with me right now, and my future self set up this contingency precisely to secure a sliver of vitality when faced with a death trap!"]
[An expression of confirmation crossed your face—well, he really did want to change the outcome of his death.]
[You asked aloud, "Is that so? Then how will you do it?"]
[Past Li Ping replied:]
["As the past, I do not exist in the present, nor do I