"So, when a single falsehood is mixed into the truth, it isn't so conspicuous."
"And it's not so eye-catching."
"…A pity that this one falsehood was the truly fatal part."
Miao Feichan sighed.
"And you even used me."
"The world's best Lightweight Technique, a kind heart, a chivalrous spirit."
Chen Zhong chuckled lightly.
"In truth, you don't care whether those performers live or die. In your eyes, while they may have been forced, evil is still evil."
"If you had been killed by them, could it all be brushed aside with a simple, 'we were forced'?"
"But a villager who shouldn't have died, who managed to survive by a stroke of luck…"
"…that truly moved you to pity."
"You might have even started thinking about his future and where he would go."
"That's why you spoke to Fang Shuwen the way you did. You hoped those performers would feel indebted."
"So that they might take care of this poor old man in the future."
"Am I right?"
Miao Feichan's expression darkened.
