Stunned, incredulous, unable to imagine, let alone believe, such were Ye Xuan's emotions at that moment—all because the face that had just appeared before his eyes was his own!
The same gaze, the same features, the only difference being the profound loneliness in the other's eyes, which marked the difference between Ye Xuan and this mysterious phantom.
It was as if this mysterious phantom were Ye Xuan's future, today appearing before him by transcending the barriers of space and time, meeting with his present self.
"He...he is my future...how...how is this possible?"
Ye Xuan whispered in shock, unable to believe this fact, for it seemed utterly fantastical.
Having broken the barriers of space and time, having crossed the River of Time from the future to the present, not even a Saint possessed such an ability; this surely touched upon the workings of space and time, simply too incredible to conceive.
Buddhism holds a belief.
