"Cultivation of Truth?" Li Huowang felt as if struck on the head, turning this word—so familiar yet so strange—over in his mind.
He knew about so-called cultivation novels, but he was sure that what he faced here was absolutely not the same thing!
The Sitting Oblivion Path cultivates falsehood, while Xinsu cultivates truth? Are they mortal enemies? Is this why they bear such a grudge against Xinsu? For a moment, Li Huowang felt as though he understood a lot, but then again, as if he understood nothing at all.
"No, that's not right, Brother Zhuge, give me a moment to sort this out." Li Huowang closed his eyes, pressing a hand to his aching head, trying hard to think.
Seeing his reaction, Zhuge Yuan wasn't impatient, but reached out and moved the chessboard aside, once again arranging a tea set and slowly brewing tea.
As soon as a fresh cup of tea was ready, Li Huowang spoke up again.
