"Cultivation of Truth?" Li Huowang mulled over the term in his mind, which felt both familiar and foreign to him.
He knew about so-called cultivation novels, but he could be certain that these two were not the same thing!
The Oblivion Path was falsification, while Xinsu was the cultivation of truth? Were they mortal enemies? Was this why they harbored such grudges against Xinsu? For a moment, Li Huowang felt as though he had grasped much. Yet, he understood nothing at all.
"No, no, that's not right, Brother Zhuge, wait for me to think this through clearly," Li Huowang closed his eyes, covering his aching head, and pondered deeply.
Seeing such a reaction from him, Zhuge Yuan was not in a hurry. He reached out to move the chessboard aside and once again started to methodically prepare tea with various teawares.
By the time he had just finished brewing a new cup of tea, Li Huowang spoke up again.