Mimili muttered beside him, "Uncle, can I ask a few questions?"
"Just go ahead."
"Did you guys know me before I met you?"
"Yes," Yang Ming didn't hide the truth.
"Why? I don't quite understand."
Yang Ming looked up at Mimili and explained simply,
"The specifics, I can't reveal too much to you, as it might break some rules. In short, within the current Milky Way, there are four or five people who were chosen by a high-dimensional civilization to come back from about thirty-five or thirty-six years in the future.
"But that's just one possible future. Do you understand what 'possible' means?"
"I do!" Mimili's eyes shone, "So you are an all-knowing seer?"
Yang Ming smiled wryly, "No, I only know a few things, because back then I didn't really pay much attention to the Galaxy's current affairs or politics, and I was just an ordinary person."
"Then why do you all know me?"
