"I must be frank, it sounds like there's no difference, and I even have to wager on whether I can be resurrected?"
After Yuan Fang finished explaining the two options, Fu Qian commented with a smile that was more sardonic than joyful.
"That's correct, but do you know what's even more correct?"
Yuan Fang did not deny it and even smiled very heartily.
"What is it?"
"Your opinion is still unimportant. The significance of this meeting is that I conveyed this choice to you. The future I foresaw only extends this far."
Whether it was his tone or expression, Yuan Fang exuded an unbearable smugness.
So this is your answer? You want me to empathize with your predicament?
However, Fu Qian ignored him and gazed into the darkness, lost in thought.
A future that seems utterly hopeless, and an adventure filled with the unknown, how to choose?
...
As mentioned earlier, no matter how good Prophet Yuan felt about himself, to Fu Qian, his only significance was as an oscilloscope.
