Li Tianming did not answer Qin Siyang's question. Instead, he posed a new one.
"Qin Siyang, may I ask what the deal is with your sequence?"
As Li Tianming asked, he did not look at Qin Siyang, but gazed out at the darkness beyond the window, as though he was not really looking for an answer.
After a moment's thought, Qin Siyang understood what Li Tianming meant.
The reason Li Tianming had been framed was a secret he could not reveal, just like Qin Siyang's own sequence.
Neither could survive exposure.
Conversations between intelligent people did not need to be too explicit.
With a clever analogy, Li Tianming had made Qin Siyang understand the situation.
Since Li Tianming could not reveal why he had been framed, then why he had cut off contact with every sequence ability user afterward was probably something he could not discuss either.
A distinguished figure at sequence rank three actually had to rely on Qin Siyang, a mere novice who had only just awakened his sequence ability. There was something absurdly unreasonable about it.
Yet within that absurdity, there was a certain logic.
Li Tianming had offended many people-people who could shut him out, but could not kill him.
He needed help from a completely new face with no connection to those people.
Qin Siyang knew his own power was extremely limited, and Li Tianming knew it too, yet he had still chosen Qin Siyang to help him.
It sounded like a fool's fantasy.
But Li Tianming was no fool. After their brief conversation, Qin Siyang believed he was no less shrewd than Qian Wendao.
Then why choose a newcomer like me to rush into the flames like a moth?
The only explanation was that Li Tianming still had a trump card.
Once Qin Siyang