"Zhao Nan, have you ever thought about exploring other planes?" Beirut asked, handing Zhao Nan another Space Ring.
As far as Beirut was concerned, he didn't want Zhao Nan to go to other planes.
After seizing the four Sovereign Sparks from the Chief Sovereign of Light, Beirut had spent countless years keeping an eye on countless people and supporting countless others. He had even personally taken a hand in cultivating talent.
In the end, those talents either went to other planes and died, or proved too mediocre to be of any use.
This had left Beirut rather disillusioned with cultivating talent, but Zhao Nan's appearance had rekindled his desire to nurture someone.
For that very reason, Beirut naturally didn't want Zhao Nan going to other planes.
After hearing Beirut's question, Zhao Nan didn't say yes or no. Instead, he shook his head and said, "Lord Beirut, I honestly don't know how to answer that.
"You know I'm only in my twenties.
"For someone my age, going to other planes feels too far off."
After saying this, Zhao Nan fell silent for a moment, then added, "I might go to other planes someday, but by then I'll definitely have become a Paragon.
"After all, Lowgods are everywhere on other planes, and Saint-level beings are treated like dogs. Even among Midgods, only those who have fused profound mysteries can hold their own."
Hearing Zhao Nan's words, Beirut couldn't help laughing heartily.
When he had finished laughing, Beirut said, "Zhao Nan, congratulations. You've made the right choice.
"Many people, after growing stronger, want to explore other planes. But in the end, they never come back."
Hearing this, Zhao Nan understood that Beirut was advising him. This was probably part of the test, too.
"I've always believed it's better to be the head of