"You're here."
The man on the throne spoke, his gaze resting on Qin Hao.
Qin Hao met his eyes, and for an instant, he saw the beginning of time, the creation of the Universe, and its demise.
It was just a moment, yet it felt like eons had passed.
Qin Hao's heart suddenly jolted, and he broke free from the man's gaze.
Avoiding those mesmerizing eyes, Qin Hao asked, "Who are you? Were you waiting for me?"
"Yes, and no."
The man spoke ambiguously.
"What do you mean?"
Qin Hao raised an eyebrow.
He disliked when people didn't speak directly; it felt very displeasing.
"You old folks always like to hide things. Can you just speak plainly?"
Qin Hao complained, although he didn't know the man's identity.
But he had a feeling the man wouldn't harm him.
"Old folks?"
The man felt amused.
But soon, he nodded and said, "Indeed, compared to you, I am an old guy."
He wore a wry smile, as if lamenting the passage of time.
