Just how strong was the boss?
As for that question, the customers had actually been arguing over it for a long time, only without ever reaching an answer.
Some time ago.
The question had finally received a vague answer: the boss might be a god.
And that gave rise to a new question.
Just how strong were gods?
The difference between strength and weakness could only be shown through comparison.
But who could be compared to the boss?
So, for now, the question ultimately remained unanswered.
Hearing Qing Yuan's words, both Bu Shiyi and Bu Lige could not help but feel a trace of longing rise in their hearts. Perhaps one day, they too could reach the boss's realm.
Yao Ziyan and Qing Yuan both smiled.
But they only smiled.
Neither of them used words to shatter the two girls' fantasies.
It was like when someone asked you as a child whether you wanted to go to Tsinghua or Peking University when you grew up. After pondering for a long while, you finally gave your answer, and that person would smile, pat your head, and look at you with either approval or amusement.
Of course, in most cases, amusement probably took up the greater half.
"Ahem, it seems we've wandered a little far off topic." Qing Yuan gave a light cough, pulling their thoughts back to reality.
"In short—" Yao Ziyan took a sip of milk tea. "I don't know exactly why the boss went over there. Maybe it's something in the ruins, or maybe something caused by the ruins, but none of that is important."
Bu Lige smacked her lips.
She understood what Yao Ziyan meant.
No matter what happened, as long as the boss went there, it would be resolved as easily as splitting bamboo, and she found