"The new god is us!" Tang Mo said.
Her tone was both forceful and indifferent, as if it was no big deal.
"Heh..." Lanling chuckled softly and said, "In our old sayings, your actions are called 'forgetting one's roots.'
Tang Mo laughed and said, "I have learned about your Chinese people. There's a deeply rooted flaw, which is to glorify and worship ancestors. Don't you know this is also a form of self-deprecation, self-castration, and ossification?"
Lanling said, "You're wrong. We worship our ancestors to not forget our roots, to anchor our hearts. Just like a kite, always with a string holding it, so no matter where it flies, it won't lose its way or its path home."
Tang Mo said, "So you are like a weak kite, unable to fly high or far because you always have a string. The planes in your world don't need strings, so they fly higher and faster."
