Gu Yi nodded, agreeing with her junior's statement. Her vision wasn't comparable to Ling Qingyu's. It was broader and higher.
Her position allowed her to perceive the unthinkable and achieve enlightenment. Ling Qingyu's words caused fluctuations in her heart.
The battle of interest, the battle of ideals, and lastly, the battle of faith. How long had they been talking to reach a philosophical state? Gu Yi laughed inwardly, helpless at Ling Qingyu's charisma.
Although Ling Qingyu's monologue seemed dull, Gu Yi understood this girl was doing it on purpose, particularly confiding a few secrets.
She knew Ling Qingyu willingly exposed her weakness to strengthen the bond between them for future cooperation.
Likewise, in politics, to join a faction, everyone shared their live handles to interlock the fragile trust.
This was also the reason why officials appeared corrupt. The higher the hierarchy, the more noticeable it was.
