Xu Qianghua's parents exchanged a glance, both sensing the peculiarity of the situation.
"This old man wasn't supposed to arrive here for another few hundred years," his father murmured, his sharp gaze lingering on the traveler standing before them. "Something changed… and I don't like unexpected changes."
His mother nodded, her violet eyes gleaming with curiosity. "The fragment of the Space & Time Clock must have redirected his course. It's the only explanation."
His aunt, who had been silent, tilted her head slightly. "That artifact has only ever existed in legends… yet here he is, carrying a fragment of it like it's nothing." She smiled wryly. "This universe truly never runs out of surprises."
The old man in question remained calm under their scrutiny, a faint smile on his wrinkled face.
His demeanor was neither hostile nor defensive—just that of a man who had seen countless worlds and had long since learned to accept the mysteries of the universe.
