"It does seem to… make sense."
Li Yao thought for a long time. While Long Yangjun's words were mostly speculation, her theory was rather self-consistent logically.
While she was talking, Long Yangjun seemed to have entered a certain state of trance. Extending her hand to touch the black tides created by the light beam, she suddenly sounded ancient and profound as she mumbled, "I have drawn a portrait for the leader of the Pangu civilization. In my eyes, the leader of the Pangu civilization who made the decision is like an experienced, sophisticated, determined, and even coldhearted hunter in a dark forest.
"No, he is much more than an old hunter. He is also the leader of the tiny village named 'Pangu'.
