For the next hour, Alaya stood before Ye Ting and poured out a tearful, impassioned accusation at him.
She began with human history and went all the way to contemporary sociological research, from basic psychology to applied psychology, from the Hundred Schools of Thought to Ancient Greek natural philosophy, from feudalism to socialism, from social engineering to communication studies...
In short, she wanted to make one point:
As emperor, Ye Ting could no longer continue imposing ideological constraints on humanity. Humanity should be allowed complete freedom of thought; otherwise, it would lose its creativity, and losing creativity meant losing the future.
And so on.
At the end of the day, as the Counter Force, she still retained the Counter Force's customary way of thinking. It was simply that she could do nothing to Ye Ting, the sovereign of mankind, so since force would not work, she could only try gentler means.
In fact, this was not the first time Alaya had approached Ye Ting like this—over the fifty years since Ye Ting had taken control of her, Alaya had acted cute and pleaded with him at least eight hundred times, if not a thousand. She had simply failed every time before.
After pouting and chattering on for a while, Alaya secretly glanced at him and found that the man before her still wore the same smiling expression. A wave of disappointment rose within her.
"Mm... forget it. I knew that no matter how much I said, Master would never agree... Just pretend you listened to my complaints."
With that, the girl turned to leave.
However, before her body vanished, Ye Ting's voice came from behind her.
"Who said I didn't agree?"
"Master... what did you just say?"
Hearing Ye Ting's words, Alaya froze. With an incredulous expression, she slowly turned