Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Just as Qingque said, while Xing and the others were enjoying breakfast in the teahouse, Luze had already returned to the freight route as agreed.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, quietly waiting for Fu Xuan to arrive.

Thirty years ago, time flowed differently, and the question of whether the future would be affected kept swirling in my mind.

He had experienced countless time travels, visiting worlds of cultivation, post-apocalyptic wastelands, and even places where the laws of physics were different, but never before had anything as complex as this one.

Time is not a straight river flowing forward, but rather a tangled mess. It is on one side, and the stars are on the other, separated not by distance, but by a full thirty years.

It could be said that this time travel reminded him of the feeling he had during his first time travel.

He was still young then, and suddenly found himself in a desolate wilderness. He almost starved to death, but fortunately, a kind grandmother took him in and raised him for half a year, allowing him to safely get through that period.

Without his grandmother, he might not have even had the chance to travel through time a second time.

At this moment, just like back then, he found that, just like before, there wasn't much he could do; he could only follow the guidance and take it one step at a time.

Lu Ze opened his eyes.

The freight corridor was extremely quiet when suddenly, light footsteps approached slowly from the direction of the alley entrance.

He immediately stood up straight and subconsciously straightened his clothes.

Then, the purple hue appeared at the alley entrance.

Fu Xuan held a star map in his hand and several thick notebooks tucked under his arm. He walked with a brisk and neat gait, but there was a hint of fatigue between his brows, indicating that his work in the morning had not been easy.

When she walked up to Lu Ze, he handed her the Star Taro Boba Milk Tea that he had bought earlier.

"Here, a little something to mark our meeting."

Fu Xuan's gaze swept over the milk tea in his hand, his golden eyes lingering on the cup for a moment.

"You even bought me some taro cookies?"

Her voice was calm, with no obvious emotional fluctuations.

However, Fu Xuan did not refuse. She reached out and took the milk tea, skillfully unpacking the straw.

The soft sound of the straw piercing the plastic seal was particularly clear in the quiet passage. Fu Xuan took a light sip, and his serious expression visibly relaxed a bit, even the fatigue between his brows was quietly smoothed out.

Qingque's information was indeed correct; Fu Xuan really does love sweets.

Fu Xuan sipped his milk tea and looked up at Lu Ze.

"Now, you can explain yourself. Who exactly are you? Where did you come from? And why can you recite the complete text of the Fellowship hexagram so readily?"

After speaking, he deliberately paused for half a beat and added a sentence.

Don't lie, I'm not stupid.

Faced with Fu Xuan's three questions, Lu Ze took a deep breath and bowed slightly.

He didn't intend to hide too much; apart from being able to contact people from the future, he planned to tell them everything else truthfully.

"Actually, I don't know why I suddenly appeared on the Immortal Ship. I've had this special 'getting lost' physique since I was a child, and I would just wander around and end up in other worlds."

Lu Ze looked helpless.

Although he has gotten used to the fact that he travels through time at will, the inability to control it does cause him considerable distress.

"As for why I was able to recite the divination text, it's because there's a divination book called the 'I Ching' in my hometown, but I only know a little bit about it. I spoke carelessly in my haste, so please forgive me, young lady."

Lu Ze dared not be careless. Now that Qing Que was not there to help him, if Fu Xuan tested him again, he would be exposed.

He maintained a slightly bowed posture, his gaze naturally lowered as he spoke, his peripheral vision just catching sight of the white cloud-patterned stockings under Fu Xuan's skirt, covering her slender calves and fleshy thighs, their soft matte texture gleaming in the dim light of the passageway.

The silence lasted for several breaths.

Fu Xuan had a straw in his mouth, occasionally making soft gurgling sounds.

She frowned slightly, as if she were deducing a complex divination.

"Get up first."

Fu Xuan reached out and lifted him up, his movements swift and decisive.

She clearly didn't notice that the person in front of her had been secretly glancing at her stockings.