Sushang tilted her head, examined Qingque carefully, and didn't pry further.
"I see. It's fine, people often tell me I look like someone else."
She smiled and even cupped her fists at Qingque, "Well then, farewell, Miss Diviner."
With that, she turned and soon disappeared into the crowd in Exalting Sanctum.
Leaving Qingque standing there alone, her heart still pounding wildly.
(A distant relative? What a terrible excuse I made up!)
(But... it really is too similar! It's like they were cut from the same mold!)
(That's not right, shouldn't Li Sushang be... uh, be over [there]?)
(It's over, it's over, my brain is such a mess... Should I just ask the Marshal or the person herself the next time I 'dream'?)
Qingque felt her life of slacking off was sliding into an abyss full of unsolved mysteries.
Stelle and Welt were walking along the distinctive streets of the Luofu.
Himeko remained on the Astral Express to coordinate, and Danheng was not acting with them for personal reasons; only the two of them were on this advance team.
Stelle looked around curiously.
"Mr. Yang,"
Stelle suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, her tone filled with unconcealable worry, "Where... where on earth did March go? And Ms. Herta too, she just disappeared without a word."
She thought of the pink-haired girl who was always full of energy and loved to drag her along to take photos, and felt a hollow emptiness in her heart.
Welt gently patted her shoulder, his voice gentle and resonant: "It's normal to be worried, Stelle. But there's no need to be overly anxious. March 7th possesses potential and secrets that even she herself has yet to fully understand, and Ms. Herta is even more unfathomable. Their 'disappearance' doesn't necessarily mean danger; perhaps they just... encountered some kind of special opportunity."
He tried to comfort her, even though he himself was filled with doubts.
The series of anomalies had cast a thick fog over this trip to the Xianzhou.
"Hmm..."
Stelle nodded, but her brows were still furrowed.
To distract herself, or perhaps subconsciously wanting to share, she brought up another strange occurrence: "By the way, Mr. Yang, I've been dreaming at night lately, going to that strange combat space, and meeting that white-haired girl named Kiana."
Welt's footsteps faltered.
"Oh? What about her?" He asked, his tone normal, but his fingers gripping his cane tightened slightly.
"She's so amazing!"
Stelle's tone became lively, her golden eyes shining, "We were being chased and beaten by that guy who was on fire, and then she suddenly... transformed? Her hair seemed to float, her eyes turned gold in an instant, it was super imposing! She could even fly in the sky and summon lots of golden spears! She turned the tide of battle in an instant! Although that one was even more crazy..."
She gestured, trying to describe the scene when the "Herrscher of the Void" descended, but limited by her understanding, she could only express the most intuitive feelings.
Welt fell silent.
The bustle of the street seemed to fade away from him instantly, with only Stelle's words echoing in his ears.
(Kiana... Second Herrscher consciousness awakening... St. Freya Academy period...)
(This point in time... so on that timeline, it's still at this stage?)
(Sirin...)
Memories of the past surged like a tide.
An unprecedented thought struck his mind like a thunderbolt: If... if through this strange "dream" link with Stelle, he could transmit information to Kiana at that point in time, warning her of the future, could he change something? Could he prevent her from enduring that pain? Could he prevent some tragedies from happening?
This idea was so tempting, and yet so dangerous.
He knew well the paradoxes and costs of time interference.
A slight disturbance could trigger a chain reaction, leading to even more unpredictable results.
The direction of that world might already be different from the history he knew; would acting rashly be good or bad?
More importantly, as a member of the Astral Express now, his responsibility was to protect the current journey and his companions, not to play the role of a Deliverer crossing time and space.
Was it appropriate to drag Stelle into such a huge risk that might involve time causality?
The weighing of pros and cons, the boundaries of responsibility, regrets about the past, and caution about reality fought fiercely in his heart.
"Mr. Yang? Mr. Yang?"
Stelle waved her hand in front of his eyes, looking confusedly at Welt, who had suddenly fallen into deep thought with furrowed brows, "What's wrong? You look so serious. Did I say something wrong?"
Welt snapped back to reality, looked at Stelle's pure golden eyes, took a deep breath, and temporarily suppressed the surging waves in his heart.
He pushed up his glasses and revealed a slightly complex, gentle smile.
"No, it's nothing. I just remembered some... things from a long time ago."
He avoided the serious issues and asked instead, "That Kiana... after she transformed, how did she seem? I mean, was her own consciousness still clear?"
"Hmm... she seemed a bit dazed, her tone of voice changed too, she sounded quite arrogant, but it didn't seem like she was completely out of control?"
Stelle tried hard to recall.
"...I see."
Welt felt a little relieved; at least the situation didn't seem to have immediately slid toward the worst-case scenario.
He needed more information and also needed to think more prudently.
"Regarding that space and Kiana,"
Welt weighed his words and said to Stelle, "If possible, if you dream of it again later, pay more attention to the details, especially the time, location, or key events she mentions. But remember, do not actively try to change or predict anything, just record it, okay? This might be... very important."
Although Stelle didn't quite understand why Mr. Yang was suddenly so serious about her fighting in her dreams, she still nodded obediently: "Understood, Mr. Yang. I will keep an eye on it."
Welt looked up at the artificial sky of the Xianzhou, his gaze seeming to pierce through the dome and cast toward the unknown depths of the universe.
A routine Trailblaze journey seemed to have become more complicated.
And now he had to grip his cane tightly and take every step in front of him well first.
"Let's go,"
He said to Stelle, "The agreed time is almost up, let's not keep the person meeting us waiting too long."
Just as Stelle and Welt turned a street corner, they saw a familiar figure on a relatively quiet viewing platform ahead, with their back to them, looking down at the bustling Starskiff Haven below.
Brown hair, a complicated purple-black dress, a large witchs hat, and an exquisite yet expressionless profile—it was exactly "Herta".
"Ms. Herta?!"
Stelle exclaimed in surprise and trotted forward, "Why are you here? We couldn't reach you before, and we thought you..."
Herta turned around upon hearing the voice, her face showing no particular emotion, and simply said in her usual arrogant tone: "Finally, you've dragged yourselves here. You're late by... hmm, 4 minutes and 37 seconds."
Welt pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses filled with scrutiny.
He could feel the aura and posture of the person in front of him were almost identical to Herta, but an intuition raised a trace of doubt in his heart.
However, this feeling was too faint, and Herta herself was always difficult to fathom, so he temporarily suppressed his doubts.
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