The two chatted for a while, then walked out of the auditorium.
An officer came up to them, his face deferential. "Lord Andre, Lord Basil, the Prime Minister would like to see you."
Andre and Basil exchanged a glance. Andre said, "Please lead the way."
The two then rode to the presidential palace. They found quite a crowd there: besides many martial artists, there were also some experts and scholars. On the screen covering the wall, footage of Godchen's speech from not long ago was playing silently.
When the two entered, the atmosphere stirred. Many people bowed to them in greeting.
"Mr. Andre, Mr. Basil, please have a seat. You're both among the world's strongest. What do you think of Godchen's new cultivation method?" Joseph asked with a courteous smile.
What could I possibly think?
Andre grumbled inwardly and shook his head. "Mr. Prime Minister, that's like asking a student what he thinks of the knowledge his teacher has taught him."
At his level, there was no longer any need to hold back. Whatever he thought, he spoke plainly.
"His level is beyond my understanding. He's like a god. You can't imagine how vast the gap between us is. If you insist on my assessment, I can only say that this cultivation method is extremely difficult—so difficult that hardly anyone may be able to practice it."
Basil said nothing, merely nodding solemnly.
Although he had never personally experienced what it felt like to be watched by Godchen, the oppressive, crushing aura that had radiated from him during the demonstration still sent a shiver down Basil's spine whenever he thought of it.
"You're not confident either?" Joseph asked.
"Not at all," Andre said.
If he had felt even the slightest urge to compare himself before the speech, it had now vanished