Huang Zhengyang smiled bitterly and nodded: "It's inevitable to have such thoughts."
Chu Zhiyuan's words were not an exaggeration.
In the eyes of others, Chu Zhiyuan appeared to be talking to himself, as if trapped in delusions.
There was no way to prove whether it was true or false, or whether it would really happen.
Chu Zhiyuan had predicted the future and altered it to avoid some tragic events.
But were these tragedies averted because of him?
Were they originally not going to happen at all, and Chu Zhiyuan just forcefully claimed the credit?
Countless people would doubt this.
If he spoke of these things, not only would he not be appreciated, he would instead invite endless questioning and ridicule.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Let's just say I had a dream."
Huang Zhengyang said solemnly: "Brother Chu, your accomplishments are remembered in my heart."
Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "If it's truly for merit, I wouldn't have exerted so much effort."
