chapter 48 language of gods

There was silence in the room.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him and asked again, "Morning Star?"

"Morning Star."Daker Laurier nodded.

The old man put his hands on the table, as if listening, "What kind of star is the morning star?"

Daker Laurier answered seriously, "The morning star is a small, dim, gray star."

In an instant, the old man and Qi Bai stopped talking.

To use the most common analogy, this is like a doctor asking...