Pin-drop silence settled over the table. Nobody moved, all of them staring at Michael.
Although what he had told them was bizarre… Completely insane, in fact, there was no way to prove that his words weren't the truth, not when every piece of evidence pointed toward the opposite.
His behavior and beliefs, his outright obsession with slaughtering the foreign aliens and protecting those he cherished. The things he knew, the techniques and tactics that even the most seasoned cultivators didn't possess.
It all clicked together.
"Goodness gracious…" Bryce cleared his throat, being the first one to speak.
"All this time, I thought that I was the oldest… Meanwhile, you must, in fact, be older than all of us combined."
"I know, right?" Ruby's voice shook slightly. "Michael being from the future? Isn't it… isn't it… Amazing?!"
Kicking her chair back, Ruby leaped over the table and clung to him, catching him by surprise.
