Su Wensheng didn't answer for a long time.
Su Ming'an knew he didn't need to persuade him further. Whatever Su Wensheng wanted to do, it must be his own ideal. The confrontation between two idealists here meant that Su Ming'an couldn't sway the other with words.
When Su Ming'an remained silent, he suddenly heard singing:
"Please don't go away forever… please don't go away forever…"
Su Ming'an looked around: "Where is this singing coming from?"
"It's the singing of people praising the Old God," said Su Wensheng.
The children were singing the rebellion song. Though the children were in all corners of the world, their voices could reach Su Ming'an's ears because he was the Old God.
Su Ming'an pressed his hand to his chest, and he could hear various voices of the people.
"—Su Ming'an, that is the name of the God."
"—He is our God."
"—The God has returned.
Su Ming'an looked up, ceasing to listen to these trivial voices, which were all expectations from people around the world.
