After Mo Lan had grasped a sense of security of his surroundings, his panic slowly subsided. By this time, however, he was already sweating profusely.
All that he had experienced made him even more sure that Han Jingru's feat was not as simple as mere magic. After all, magic was all about illusions, sleight-of-hand, and premeditated tricks. There exist no collaboration between them either, and everything had happened spontaneously.
However, Mo Lan found it hard to convince himself that Han Jingru had really been rebirth from the future. Yet once one eliminated the impossible, whatever remained, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.
After all... This kind of extraordinary happening was just too much for a mere ordinary person like him to comprehend.
“You... Were you really reborn from the future?” Mo Lan asked Han Jingru in disbelief.
“Doesn't get any more real than this. Although I do admit I have no idea how and what happened. Anyhow, what has happened had happened,” Han Jingru shrugged it off.