"How could a life as great as you, for no reason at all, play house with this little girl and even treat her to a meal? Is that something a demon god should do?!"
"What demon god chats with an ant? There is only one truth—unless that ant is the demon god's child."
King of Light's reasoning was clear.
At that moment, she condensed a figure of light and shadow and sat on Zhao Cheng's shoulder. However, she did not make herself conspicuous; for now, only Zhao Cheng could see this figure.
"Why not?"
Zhao Cheng countered.
After one round of slumber, King of Light had indeed become a little smarter, yet she still seemed not quite smart enough.
"What's the meaning of it?!"
"What meaning could there be?!"
King of Light did not understand.
"Take things as they come, rise with fate. There is no need for meaning."
Zhao Cheng smiled.
"Indeed, the higher one stands, the more easily one becomes arrogant. But that absolutely does not mean arrogance is right."
To Zhao Cheng, the strong and the weak were alike in his eyes. Beneath the self, all living beings were equal—that was what it meant.
Thus, he could communicate with any intelligent life, regardless of rank, strength, or weakness.
"But in this world, when we come in next time, everything will return to its original state, won't it? No one will remember anything you do here."
King of Light said.
Zhao Cheng replied, "Life does not live in the past, nor does it live in the future. It lives in the present, and only in the present."
"Heaven and earth are but an inn for all travelers. What eternity is there? At least, I cannot see it yet. All I see is that everything will move toward disappearance,