"This claim is hard to accept. Are you saying that our era doesn't actually exist in reality... and the only thing real is you?" Chen Ke was somewhat skeptical.
He could feel his own body and sense the restlessness of the air in the room. The instincts of an assassin even continuously reminded him how dangerous his surroundings were.
The scent of gunpowder lingered in the wind. The people from the Administration Bureau were nearby, waiting for the outcome of the final conversation in this room as time ticked away by the minute and second.
Yet the woman before him was telling him that all of this had ceased to exist, like the phantoms of yesteryears, an episode of a series that had long concluded.
"You can think of the universe as a super-large hard drive that is constantly writing and erasing every moment. The parts that have been erased make up the parts that are written. Your current state determines our current state," Xu Jing explained.
