If Zhu Fuyao descended to the world, it would be with the violent flair of Jade Capital, and her corpse would likely be cold by now.
Zhu Fuyao nodded and said, "According to your theory, the prophecy Mr. Ding heard may not be genuine and was the handiwork of spies from the Buddha Country?
But...Mr. Ding is no ordinary person; how could such intricate subterfuge escape his notice?"
"Miss Zhu, are you familiar with folk tricks?"
"I've heard of them. When I was in Jade Capital, a teacher mentioned that during festivals in the human world, there are large gatherings where some master illusionists perform acts like—making people appear alive, the return of three immortals to the cave, and so on..."
Zhou Xuan, upon hearing this, continued, "Among the audiences watching these tricks, aside from commoners, there are also learned scholars, the smartest people in the human world, yet they, too, can be deceived by the illusions..."
