In the empty, quiet room, Pei Xuanjing fondled the page of the Netherworld's Book, which was neither gold nor jade, in his hands.
Bai Xiaosheng walked in with a smile, saying sarcastically, "Indeed, only interests can inspire one's greatest potential."
For Bai Xiaosheng, he had witnessed this scene many times before; it was almost a commonplace sight for him.
However, every time he saw it, Bai Xiaosheng always had a different feeling.
"There is great terror between life and death!" Pei Xuanjing raised his head, pointing at his counterpart and himself, sneering, "Aren't the struggles you and I go through also for the sake of profit?"
"Hahaha. Brother Pei speaks the truth. People hustle and bustle in the world for profit. I was too blind to realize. We are all driven by profit. Why would we look down on others?"
Bai Xiaosheng closed his folding fan with a wry smile.
Pei Xuanjing asked, "Has the prime minister made any response?"