The year, historical events, none of what they know would align, even if their lifestyles would: swords and arrows and horses, Bingyun knows these things too. If only it was as simple as being from a parallel universe. But Yan Bingyun doesn't know the truth of his world the way that Fan Xian does. That the past and future can look eerily similar.

"Jingdou. The capital."

He's starting to feel a headache coming on himself.

"And you say you're from...Gusu? I've never heard of any place by that name. I've studied every Kingdom."