But Fang Zhengzhi did not have the mood to appreciate Chi Guyan's beauty. Afterall, he only had less than an hour left to solve the difficult problem at hand.
An empty piece of paper…..
What did it refer to?
Following Chi Guyan's concept, all things came from nothing and would disappear into nothing. Such a logic was not difficult to understand.
However, was this really the case?
Fang Zhengzhi was not sure of that, and he had no way of confirming it, because if that was true, he would have been in the Ninth Heaven by now.
There was a problem, definitely a problem, but what was it? Was Chi Guyan's concept not complete, or were there other meanings to it?
Fang Zhengzhi looked at the suspending blank piece of paper again.
It was needless to say that the paper was indeed very white, and there was nothing special to it. If it had not been in the Eighth Heaven, he would not have given it a second look.
