In the long silence, Huai Shi did not speak.
He vaguely understood the philosopher's meaning, yet he felt… a faint, indescribable discomfort.
"I once felt despair over this kind of ignorance that refuses to think, Mr. Huai Shi. Overwhelming despair," the philosopher continued. "I felt as though I was locked in a black box, suffocating. Every single walking corpse around me filled me with dread and impatience.
"Have you been to Constantinople in Rome? I think perhaps every major city might be the same—Cairo, Yorkshire, Yanjing, or Jinling, Kyoto... Every time I walked in them, I could hear what seemed like the deafening roar of some machine in operation.
