Zhang Bairen's words fell, and Chen Changsheng instantly fell silent.
Because he knew Zhang Bairen was speaking the truth.
Looking at Chen Changsheng before him, Zhang Bairen sighed. "Chen Changsheng, we are not like you."
"Some things, you can take your time doing. But we cannot."
"If you still cherish a little of our old friendship, then I beg you to do us this favor."
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng looked up at Zhang Bairen. "When did you find out?"
"From the very first time I saw you, this thought had already taken root in my mind."
"But the thought was too absurd, and I never dared be certain."
"To verify it, I had been watching you all along."
"As living beings, as peerless geniuses, you had never possessed that sense of urgency. And your gaze had always been fixed upon the future."
"If you had only behaved this way during a certain period, it could barely be explained."
"But no matter how much time passed, your thoughts had never changed. Do you think that is normal?"
Faced with Zhang Bairen's questioning, Chen Changsheng pressed his lips together. "That explanation is too far-fetched. I do not accept it."
"Fine, then I will approach it from another direction."
"If you had not obtained that thing, why would Fu Yao have died?"
"His pursuit of that thing was even more fervent. So long as he could live, he would certainly have exhausted every possible means."
"Yet he died by your hand, and he had done so willingly."
"There was nothing in this world besides that thing that could make Nalan Fuyao abandon his own life."
"His death was to grant someone the qualifications to obtain that thing!"
Zhang Bairen's voice echoed beside Chen Changsheng's ears, while Chen Changsheng merely stood quietly where he