He's loath to admit it, but Xue Yang is underestimating his own intelligence, and by quite a bit at that. He's sure the other could have come up with something even without Wuxian having founded that demonic path.

"Don't sell yourself short, you've got talent." He mutters reluctantly and then takes a deep breath. Why wouldn't it be hard to accept that? Coming back from the dead was one thing, but time being messed with somehow is an entirely different thing. His eyes narrow at the other man, still clearly trying to figure this all out. Especially that one of them has come and gone.

"It's a stretch because I don't have a single clue how someone can time travel. There's nothing that lets us unlike stories about possessions, or in my case, having someone sacrifice themselves and summon a soul back. How can your present be my past?"