Hearing Chen Changsheng's call, Bai Ze, who had been loafing around in the distance, slowly ambled over.
"You teach your students. Why did you call me over?"
"Give me one of your collectibles."
Bai Ze looked utterly baffled. "What collectible? Can you be more specific?"
"Quit playing dumb. Don't think I don't know you like carrying Recording Stones around and filming things everywhere."
"You know perfectly well how many resources were spent researching Recording Stones because of that hobby of yours."
"I'm not holding you accountable for skimming off the top. Don't tell me you really think I've forgotten."
At those words, Bai Ze immediately panicked.
"No, that stuff is precious. Every copy watched is one less copy."
"Is it worth wasting something that precious on them?"
"Whether it's worth it can wait. Hand it over first."
Seeing Chen Changsheng's resolute attitude, Bai Ze helplessly curled his lips and began rummaging through his things.
Watching Bai Ze search through his belongings, Chen Changsheng said calmly, "Oh, and don't try to fob me off with ordinary stuff. I want the real thing with spirit."
"No, are you crazy?"
"How am I supposed to preserve the spirit of those people?"
"Others naturally can't, but you definitely can."
"You stole a third of my Seven-Colored Stone. Did you think I didn't know you used it to make Recording Stones?"
Chen Changsheng exposed Bai Ze's lie, but Bai Ze simply flopped onto the ground and began throwing a tantrum.
"If you want that kind of thing, just kill me directly."
"Recording Stones made with Seven-Colored Stone can preserve their spirit, but they can't last for long."
"So after being viewed three times at most, the Recording Stone will collapse. Once the master copy is gone, those breathtaking scenes will be almost impossible to see