"Kid, don't be a bookworm. If you learn from the Swindling Scripture, you won't learn anything. Let me teach you; in our Oblivion Path, we must not deceive others."
Sitting in the teahouse, Li Huowang sipped his tea while speaking this startlingly unconventional truth to Liuwan.
"Deceiving others is always the lowest tactic. If you want to deceive, you have to make them deceive themselves." A man with a rat-like face and a beard shaped like the character for eight continued to explain to the youth before him.
"As long as you can get them to deceive themselves, even the most preposterous lie will seem true to them."
At that moment, an exceptionally haggard old woman, carrying a vegetable basket, walked past the front of the teahouse.
"Look at Mrs. Liu; her husband was conscripted as a soldier over a decade ago and still hasn't come back. Anyone with a brain would know he's not coming back, but she just doesn't believe it; she always feels her husband will return."
