Unfortunately, faced with Yu Mo's questioning, Yu Sheng still chose silence.
In the end, Yu Mo reluctantly abandoned his attempt to kick open the door to Yu Sheng's heart once again. "All right, I know. This is a huge gamble."
"If you win, you'll grow stronger, and the Human Race will have a better chance of winning."
"If you lose, this final 'Grand Feast' can still disgust Old White Ape a little."
"I don't usually like gambling."
"But this time..."
"I believe in you."
"Don't let the Human Race become shackles that bind you."
"At worst, the Human Race falls, and you and the Ninth Awakening elders retreat into the wilderness and find a Space Fragment to hide in."
"Who knows? The Human Race might make a comeback someday."
Yu Mo spoke with an easy expression, then casually glanced at Yu Sheng's workstation. "Over these three years, I'll choose an Acting Pavilion Master to handle the tedious official business."
"You..."
"Just follow your own path."
"No matter how it ends..."
"Our Human Race..."
"Can bear it!"
At that moment, Yu Mo's face shone with radiance. All he lacked was a glow behind his head.
Otherwise, at that moment, he would have been a Deity.
"Mm."
"All right."
"Also..."
"Getting sentimental really doesn't work."
Yu Sheng silently stood up, gathered the document in his hands together, and set it aside. He looked at Yu Mo politely as he reminded him, then simply pushed open the office door and walked out.
In the somewhat dim office, only Yu Mo remained, sitting all alone in the corner.
"My ability to stir emotions..."
"Is pretty strong..."
"Why is this?"
"It always stops working when it comes to Yu Sheng."
Looking as though his soul had been wounded, Yu Mo kept reflecting on himself beneath