Lu Ban's house.
Feng Yu, who was watching TV, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"Hmm?"
In her field of vision, the scenery around her changed, the TV, the sofa, and the coffee table all stretched out into lines.
These lines extended infinitely in one direction, like afterimages caused by moving too fast.
If one looked closely at that moment, they would see the lines of the TV forming overlapping sets of televisions, their screens displaying a sequence of images as if capturing a period of televisions shots and stacking the photos on top of each other.
This was time.
Feng Yu's race could see the flow of time.
"What problem has he encountered, causing a disturbance?"
Feng Yu murmured to herself.
"It's impossible, the loop is already closed, his future should no longer change... unless..."
