The barrage of questions left Old Johnny utterly speechless.
"Don't treat a person's life so lightly. Don't assume other people's lives are meaningless."
Qin Siyang gazed at the distant stars and said softly, "For instance, the encounter between Mr. Gu and Dean Gu supports the theory of parallel worlds to some extent."
"You may be successful and renowned now, one of the very best in the Eighth Domain."
"But you'll never know whether, in another parallel world, you-the man who gained a top-tier talent and succeeded after countless opportunities-might have no talent at all, with utterly ordinary luck, and be nothing more than a laborer working nine in the morning to nine at night."
"In a sense, respecting other people's lives is also respecting your own."
Old Johnny's gaze grew increasingly somber. He stared at the debris floating on the sea without a word.
Finally, Qin Siyang said, "Actually, even if neither of us wants to admit it, there's one fact staring us in the face."
"Director Zhang's chances of surviving are much lower than yours."
"So stop talking about last words. If you don't even have confidence that you'll survive, how am I supposed to have confidence that I can find Director Zhang?"
Old Johnny's gaze trembled, seeming to waver along with the streams of starlight in the sea.
"I'm done talking. I need to make the most of my time, get some rest, and keep looking for a chance to break through."
Qin Siyang waved to him. "Thank you for the medicine. I won't let you down!"
With that, he turned and left.
Only Old Johnny remained, standing by the sea in thought.
A thousand miles away, on land, deep within an endless desert.
The Fourth Domain's Safe Zone stood in the middle of the desert.
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