The moment those words were spoken, Chen Mengjie froze.
"Sir, what do you mean by that?"
"I mean that your father is a steadfast supporter of the first idea."
"And not just your father. That Uncle Jiang and Uncle Miao of yours—they are supporters of this idea as well."
"Assuming things truly unfold as they predicted, then the countdown to their deaths can already begin."
Upon receiving Chen Changsheng's answer, Chen Mengjie was stunned only briefly before she spoke.
"Even if they truly fall in the future, I will still stand by my current belief."
"Why?"
"Because they are the Four Heavenly Emperors of the Chang Sheng Epoch. This is their responsibility to begin with."
"If they wanted to retreat, they could find countless reasons. But if they wanted to move forward, they had only one reason."
"I do not know whether they will succeed. I only know that if one day they fall, I will take up this heavy responsibility and continue onward."
"What if you fall?"
"After I fall, those who come after me will naturally take up the responsibility in my hands."
"The torch is passed on, generation after generation, without end. So long as the faith to dare to be first for all under heaven does not die, there will always be someone in this world to shoulder this burden."
"Then doesn't it pain you?"
Chen Changsheng asked softly. Chen Mengjie replied with righteous conviction, "Why does Sir say that?"
"As the saying goes, 'seeking benevolence and obtaining it—what is there to resent?'"
"This road was chosen by my father and the others themselves. If they can finish walking their own path, I should be happy for them."
Hearing this answer, Chen Changsheng drained the bitter tea in his cup in one gulp.
"What a fine