"Parallel World?" Li Huowang looked hesitantly at the woman before him.
"Yes, a Parallel World—another relatively self-consistent hypothesis." The salty, damp sea breeze lifted Zhao Shuangdian's bangs.
"Where's the evidence? What makes you think that?"
"There isn't any evidence, which is why it's only a hypothesis. A bold hypothesis."
Li Huowang lowered his head to look at the waves churned white by the propellers. "Since it's only a hypothesis, what's the point of telling me? Are you expecting me to help you prove it?"
"No. I just want you to understand a little more. A person's breadth of knowledge is tied to their understanding. The more you know, perhaps the closer you'll get to the truth."
"What do you mean? You think I haven't seen enough? Even if I haven't, at least my current worldview can be corroborated from beginning to end! Yours is nothing but a hypothesis!"
Zhao Shuangdian's brows furrowed slightly before slowly relaxing. "Li Huowang, there's no need to react so strongly. You don't necessarily have to insist that your current worldview is real. The more you learn about this sort of thing, the more beneficial it is."
"So you mean that even if I lay the evidence right in front of you, you'd still think my world is fake?"
"Why must it be black or white? The world itself may not be so clearly divided into right and wrong. Why insist on only one possibility? Could it not be that the elephant world from which we glimpsed a thread of truth is not singular, but an extraordinarily strange entangled state?" Zhao Shuangdian tried hard to reason with Li Huowang.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Just then, footsteps sounded behind Li Huowang. "What she means is that the truth world projecting all of us may