By giving up a little face, he could gain two absolutely loyal top talents. It was a bargain.
"What do you think about Ye Lin?"
In the boundless Starry Sky, two young men sat cross-legged in space. A small table stood before them, its setting simple—just two jugs of wine.
"What do I think? He overestimates himself. But for him to have reached this point, he definitely isn't some idiot. I can't see through him on that front, and I can't make wild guesses either."
The young man took the wine jug and gulped down a mouthful, then shook his head.
"Exactly. He's not a fool. Before you understand someone and the means they possess, don't rashly impose your own judgment on everything they do. Otherwise, your own misjudgment may indirectly cost you a talent."
"I think highly of him. He isn't the sort to lose all sense of himself when his blood rushes to his head. His value is already sufficient; now it depends on whether what comes next is valuable enough for me to personally step in and pull him out."
The other young man gave a soft laugh. In just a few words, he seemed to hold everything in the palm of his hand.
"That's true. This great era is different from all the ones before it. We need a group of cannon fodder—but not ordinary cannon fodder. It depends on whether Ye Lin is qualified to be cannon fodder."
After the young man opposite finished speaking, the other young man, who had yet to say anything, burst into laughter. He lifted the wine jug and took a fierce swig, then slapped the table.
"Brother Liu, never underestimate anyone, even a minor prodigy from some small star domain."
"After all, the once peerless Ancient Human Emperor came