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Becoming sublime...
Cen Dongsheng followed the woman's gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window, where a colossal sun was slowly setting at the edge of the city, orange and dazzling, spreading its brilliant rays over the Human World.
He instinctively squinted his eyes.
What did this mean?
"Ah, it's a bit hard to understand, isn't it?"
An Zhizhen rested her chin on her hand, her posture relaxed and her face smiling.
"It's not the literal meaning, but a category in aesthetics. It makes people feel shocked, solemn, reverent, and worshipful... This is the 'sublime.'"
"Still, it's a bit abstract and hard to understand."
"Let's put it this way, Dongsheng, if I asked you, do you like humans or hate humans, and you had to choose one of the two, what would your first reaction be?"
Cen Dongsheng thought silently, unable to come to a conclusion.