But that inexplicable feeling wasn’t like the possession described in legends; rather, it felt like neither of them had disappeared but had merged together. Qi Shejiang even suspected that the two of them were meant to be one, or perhaps it was precisely because of this connection that his soul could settle into this body. Although he gained a new life, nearly a hundred years had passed, and this world had become almost unrecognizable to him. Back in his time, “electricity” hadn’t yet reached the common folk, but now it was everywhere.
With just a press of a button, the light turned on, and there were endless variations—he had accidentally broken the light in his room by playing with it.
Qi Shejiang was someone who had a spirit of research; in his time, one had to constantly learn new things to captivate the audience. So while the current confusion was disorienting, it didn’t frustrate him; it was simply that the magnitude of the changes left him momentarily at a loss.
Until he saw a colleague dressed in a long gown performing crosstalk on a dazzling television, telling old jokes that he had known back in his day.
In an instant, eighty years seemed to fold together, and in this new world, he suddenly found a sense of belonging!
The confusion gradually dissipated, and Qi Shejiang had a clear objective. Although Li Jing’s reaction just now was a bit exaggerated, Qi Shejiang thought he would prefer to engage with this time and space through his old profession.
