"A parallel world?" Li Huowang looked hesitantly at the woman before him.
"Yes, a parallel world. Another, relatively self-consistent hypothesis." The salty sea breeze blew Zhao Shuangdian's bangs across her face.
"Where's your proof? What makes you so sure?"
"There is no proof. That's why it's just a hypothesis—a bold one."
Li Huowang looked down at the churning, white foam kicked up by the propellers. "If it's just a hypothesis, what's the use in telling me? You can't possibly expect me to help you prove it, can you?"
"No, that's not it. I just want you to have a broader understanding. A person's knowledge is intrinsically linked to their perception. The more you learn, the closer you might get to the truth."
"What are you implying? That I'm ignorant? Even if I am, at least my current worldview is internally consistent! Yours is just a hypothesis!"
