"I knew it... You must still be alive." Chen Qing turned around with a smile.
"How did you make sure?" Old Liu, who arrived late, looked at Chen Qing deeply, his gaze complex.
"Because I'm still alive..." Chen Qing smiled. "I hold no value to those people; they preserved Ziyue and their genes because those people are the game designers, indispensable for both intelligence and future world transformations. It's no surprise their genes were preserved, but it's different for me."
"I'm merely a pawn to win over Pu Yunchuan, plus with my later betrayal, they have absolutely no reason to preserve my genes. Thus, upon learning the true events of that year, I wondered—who else could possess such power to preserve my genes until now, and send them in undetected?"
"It could only be you, right?"
