In Zhou Bai's room.
Zhou Bai lay on the bed and casually said, "They actually didn't call you to the stage."
Qian Wangsun stood by the window, shaking his head, "I guess they've noticed something. They might eliminate me at the last moment. That way, even if I see something on the Emperor's Sword, it'd be too late to do anything."
"Truly watertight."
Qian Wangsun turned his head and pointed towards his forehead, "What exactly is this artifact inside my sea of consciousness? Why... do I feel that I absolutely cannot do without it, there won't be any side effects, right?"
"No, no," Zhou Bai said, "Just a little bit of greed is all, as long as it doesn't erupt, there's absolutely no problem."
Qian Wangsun heard the hidden meaning in Zhou Bai's words: "What if it does erupt?"
Zhou Bai's facial expression slowly faded: "Who knows?"
"Humans, once they fall into the abyss of greed, can do anything."
"How crazy it can get, even I can't predict."
