Mora's words sounded pragmatic enough. Ronan's answer was much the same: "Reality is right in front of you. It's already touching you, twisting you, changing you. That's true whether your eyes are open or closed. What does 'facing it' have to do with anything?"
Zhao Xi, listening in, couldn't help closing his eyes for a moment. He was close to losing it:
Fuck, I'm listening, I'm listening! Boss Ronan, could you stop pouring all this negativity down our throats? You'd be better off talking about technical stuff. Whether I understood it or not, at least I wouldn't have to worry about this!
But to his surprise, Ronan abruptly changed tack: "Besides, reality is something you can keep improving just by putting your hands to work. What's there to be willing or unwilling about?"
"..."
Mora watched the structure of light and shadow spread beneath Ronan's hands. She watched it extend from the dark mountains to the outskirts of a city dotted with lights, then push deeper toward its brilliant heart... At last, she couldn't help laughing.
"For you, that's certainly true. Why don't we put it to a vote in the Live Stream Room? Type one if you're willing, two if you're not. Let's see where everyone stands, and who has a clearer grasp of what reality really is."
Zhao Xi couldn't help looking over at Long Qi. His wide eyes said it all: After all this, your stream is still running?
How could he know that the question of whether to cut the stream had already become a brutal battle inside Long Qi's head?
In fact, Long Qi no longer knew how his stream was going. He had eyes for nothing but the standoff between Ronan and Li Wei, the two men most likely to decide the fate of