"What kind of thing can be called a miracle?"
After leaving this question, the three Wu Zhao began their isolation—or as they would call it, seclusion. It was clear that the three intended to ponder some special questions during this time.
Or maybe they just shirked their responsibilities by leaving everything behind.
Out of respect, Du Chengfeng didn't disturb the Wu Zhao's seclusion, but out of frustration, he spat at their door.
They haven't done anything yet wanted to give up, where's the fairness in that?
Fortunately, the Wu Zhao didn't say they'd be in seclusion for long. Three days—it was the shortest period after Du Chengfeng pushed for it. The Wu Zhao could slack off for three days at most, or else Du Chengfeng would kick the door in. However, during these three days, Du Chengfeng didn't know what he himself should do.
Do something? There's no clue at all. Expecting these people to imagine a world that doesn't exist and they haven't heard of is too difficult.
