He could not feel the Little Girl's touch, but his subconscious gave him the impression of a small hand, cool and warm, soft and very smooth...
Their eyes met.
Lin Yi's pupils contracted sharply. A huge bolt of lightning seemed to split through the back of his head, and images appeared in his mind...
On a cliff beside the Black Sea, a group of youths sat on the rocks, looking out at the Great Sea. The sea wind blew in gusts, and the girls' hair rippled like waves.
The youths were very young, but judging by their features and the outlines of their figures, he could almost make out the Little Girl and the "Divine Artisan" among them...
These people were very likely the future "First Apostles"...
Behind them stood two more people. One was Wei Liang, and the other... was him.
Wei Liang looked almost no different from now, while his own figure appeared somewhat illusory, as though he were not quite real.
If he had to describe it, that "Wei Liang" had a profound gaze, without the slightest lingering fondness for beauty in his eyes. There was only the gravity with which he gazed out at the Great Sea, as though he were everyone's pillar of strength.
The scene shifted. The youths had grown into adults, setting up a dockyard on the coastline of the Black Sea and building an enormous ship...
The scene bustled with activity. The spirited young people chatted and laughed, argued and discussed.
On the deck, the Little Girl still looked young and thin, as though time had scarcely passed for her.
Apart from the youths, there were also people in ancient clothing. They seemed to be Ancients, their races difficult to distinguish by their faces alone. They were building the ship alongside