That sentence just now was transmitted by Cheng Qingyu to Fang Lin, so no one at the four tables heard it, but Fang Lin heard it loud and clear, and felt a shock in his heart.
"Who exactly are you?" Fang Lin's eyes were fixed on Cheng Qingyu, speaking in the same transmitted voice.
Cheng Qingyu's face was expressionless, looking quite indifferent, and said, "You can't even detect who I am, it seems that even if you return to this era, you ultimately cannot change anything."
Fang Lin's gaze was bleak, and he silently guessed who this Cheng Qingyu might be. Since she said she was from the future just like him, it indicated that Cheng Qingyu, like himself, also came from tens of thousands of years ahead.
"Cheng Qingyu? Cheng Qingyu?" Fang Lin muttered the name, suddenly realizing something.
"Are you Jade Qincheng?" Fang Lin questioned, his expression solemn and tinged with disbelief.
