Today, the ice element dressed in a red gown, with the ends of her hair trimmed unusually neat, as if meticulously measured, like a horizontal cut that rests at the slenderest part of her waist. The entire hairstyle had no adornments or braiding, presenting a minimalist yet stern beauty.
"You can continue the conversation."
The ice element spoke in a voice identical to Lindong's, "Or do you think senior sister can't understand your thoughts?"
"I'm just curious, since the Lord of the Holy City pursuits absolute equality of happiness, why create such disparity?"
If viewed from the "creator's" perspective, molding a group of similar-looking individuals is the simplest and most convenient way. Elaborating on each individual's life setting only to hollow out their minds later seemed, to Ethan, a great waste of computing power, akin to an act as absurd as removing one's pants to fart.
