The video began to play.
Hong Qitian didn't speak right away.
He first rubbed his rough palms together and blew a puff of white breath at the camera.
Then he lifted his eyes to the deep night sky, as if organizing his words.
A few seconds of silence.
At last, Hong Qitian spoke.
"The original origins of the Life Ghosts and the Gods have actually become very hard to trace."
"They're like... they just suddenly showed up, descending into this world."
Hong Qitian's gaze went distant. "But back then, the Gods weren't called Gods, and the Life Ghosts weren't called Life Ghosts either. Those are names later generations stuck on them based on how they behaved."
He paused, seeming to weigh his wording.
"In the very, very beginning, compared to the Gods, just how big was the gap between our human ancestors and them?"
Hong Qitian伸出小拇指,用大拇指掐着指尖比划了一下.
"About this much—ants and the bright moon. No, maybe not even qualified to be called ants."
