Hearing the old man's words, Li Huowang almost thought he had misheard. Thirty years ago? How is that possible?
Li Huowang did not believe it at first, but since the man knew that the Little Emperor of Da Qi had a wound on his chest, he had no choice but to believe. Otherwise, it would be far too much of a coincidence.
A baby boy stabbed in the chest thirty years ago, and then another one thirty years later? No matter how he thought about it, that seemed impossible.
Judging from this, there was only one conclusion: the Little Emperor of Da Qi, who he was supposed to have sent to Da Liang, had been sent to the Da Liang of thirty years ago for some unknown reason!
But… why? Why would something like this happen? Traveling back in time—is that something an ordinary person can even do?
