Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Bai Ze smacked his lips. "That's a little too hurtful, isn't it?"
"Can't be helped. Lies don't hurt people; the truth is the sharpest blade."
"No, by your logic, wouldn't ninety-nine percent of the people in the world be fools who only know how to fantasize?"
"No, no, no!"
Chen Changsheng shook his head, rejecting Bai Ze's statement.
"The truth is exactly the opposite. Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world are smart!"
"Those who keep breaking through their limits are the fools."
"Why?"
Hearing such a claim, Bai Ze asked instinctively.
"It's simple. If you're exceptionally talented, then your path might be a little smoother."
"But if you want to make up for a lack of talent through hard work, that is definitely not a very 'wise' thing to do."
"When mortals temper their bodies, they speak of training through the three dog days of winter and the three nines of summer."
"This sort of behavior not only tempers the body, but also tempers the will. It could even be said to go against one's nature as a living being."
"If you observe carefully, you'll surely notice that your body keeps tearing apart, healing, and then growing stronger during the tempering process."
"To put it bluntly, it's like voluntarily going through death by five horses tearing you apart over and over again."
"Do you think smart people or normal people would do something like that?"
Facing Chen Changsheng's words, Bai Ze thought for a moment. "That does seem to make some sense, but isn't your way of putting it a little too negative?"
"Not negative at all. I'm merely telling them not to torture themselves too much. I'm not telling them to stop moving forward."
"What everyone possesses at birth is different. Some are