Meng Youfang's words were clearly not something everyone wanted to respond to. Seeing that Square and Round and Hu Xuan remained silent, Cheng Shi curled his lips and could only force himself to continue asking:
"Brother Meng, what did you mean by 'not necessarily' just now? Could it be that you're quite familiar with the Truth experiments as well?"
"Not really."
Setting aside his delusions about becoming a true god, Meng Youfang was still a practical person. At the very least, he dared to admit his ignorance, which already put him ahead of a great many peak players who would rather die than lose face.
Of course, he had packaged this ignorance as memories that had yet to return to the true god.
"Gods should respect one another. I've never taken the authority of Truth on my own initiative, so naturally I don't know that much about Truth.
"But if outsiders don't understand Truth, could it be that the followers of Truth don't understand it either?"
"You mean...?"
Cheng Shi froze, seemingly guessing what Meng Youfang meant.
"Exactly! The Grand Scholars of the Scholarly Council. No matter how well 0221 and Wei Zhi understand the Scholarly Council, could anyone understand it better than one of its own members?
"So instead of asking that madman, we might as well ask the people involved directly."
Square and Round frowned. "I told you, their corpses can no longer be revived..."
He stopped halfway through the sentence because everyone present realized that corpses being impossible to revive did not mean the Grand Scholars could not be summoned. And the man before them was the greatest bard in the game.
"Looks like you've thought of it.
"Who do you want to ask? For the sake of my former identity, I think the Grand Scholars should