Shi Hao froze, bewildered, and frowned. "What do you mean?"
The woman shook her head. She did not really understand either, nor was she certain, but that was the outcome, inexplicable as it was.
Shi Hao felt lost as he watched the River of History roll away, wave after wave rising, yet never revealing that familiar figure.
"Brother Xiao Fan, don't scare me! Hurry back, or Sister Yue Chan will beat me to death when she finds out!" he shouted.
That clash at the pinnacle had spanned time and space, clearly unfazed by the scouring of time or the erosion of the years. Yet now, he was gone.
It was baffling. Had Lin Fan truly vanished from the present age and fallen into some other stretch of time and space?
Yet no matter how he shouted, the river of years remained unchanged, surging endlessly onward, never to return. No one answered.
"Brother Xiao Fan, I brought this on you!" Shi Hao was devastated, grief-stricken and full of guilt.
At that very moment, the River of Time trembled, waves surging across it, and a voice seemed to ring out across the ages.
"With a thought, I span eternity; with a thought, I endure forever... I am undying. One day, I will return..."
Suddenly, Shi Hao's hair stood on end. He seemed to hear a voice, impossibly distant and ethereal, and his eyes widened in shock.
"Did you hear that?"
Beside the Stone Table, the seated woman shook her head. She had heard nothing and thought his nerves were playing tricks on him.
"All right, you should leave. Don't be so pessimistic. Perhaps one day, he will reappear in this world," the woman comforted him.
She gave Shi Hao the few Immortal Armor Fragments she had seized.
These were remnants of the