"They may be fanciful terms from an older era."
"Perhaps they were only the confused writings of an old man attempting to remember a world that no longer exists."
Zhuquan De's words remained inside Yang Lujia's mind.
For a moment, he wondered whether the old man had intentionally allowed those terms to remain inside his notes. Zhuquan De was careless about many things, especially when wine was involved, but Yang Lujia did not believe he would accidentally write words such as Finance, Chief Executive Officer, or typographical error without realizing how strange they were inside the Verdant Archive.
His grandfather knew something.
Perhaps he had lived in a world similar to one of Yang Lujia's previous lives. Perhaps he had only encountered someone who came from such a place.
Yang Lujia did not know.
He also knew better than to continue asking when Zhuquan De had already decided not to answer.
