At eight the next morning, Mohist had just finished preparing when he heard a stiff knock at the door.
Opening the door, he found Zhong Xiaozheng standing outside in a black Inspectorate uniform, staring at Mohist with a solemn expression.
The man had clearly been trying hard to create a serious atmosphere, but when he saw that Mohist remained unmoved, he finally gave up.
Straightening his hat, he shook his head and said, "You're an interesting reporter. Other reporters just come, take a look around, and leave. You're the only one who wants to go to prison."
"Maybe I'm more ambitious." Mohist smiled.
"You want to climb higher?" Zhong Xiaozheng gave Mohist a sideways glance and smiled without really smiling. "How many lives do you have, brother?"
Mohist merely smiled and said nothing.
Though he had never mentioned it before, he actually admired Boss Liang quite a bit.
Boss Liang was one of the rare Foundation Establishment experts willing to engage with the lower classes, and someone who hoped to change things.
After spending so long at his side, Mohist had to admit that the wisdom of an Outer God had not given him much of an advantage. Instead, he had come to admire Boss Liang even more.
When he learned that Boss Liang thought so highly of a high school student named Chen Yu, Mohist had been unconvinced.
He had entered this Dreamscape partly to ease Boss Liang's burdens, but also to assess Chen Yu through it and see what kind of person he really was.
At first, he had even considered making Chen Yu his temple keeper.
But not anymore.
Chen Yu's strength was beyond the control of an Outer God like him. Perhaps Mohist might have a chance once he had firmly established himself, but Chen Yu