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Qing Wanglai's conversation continued. Despite their differing views, they surprisingly did not start arguing.

Qing Wanglai looked at Li Huowang again. "Although this is our first meeting, since Qian Fu said he would help you, then our side must be allies. He has a talent for this sort of thing."

Li Huowang scratched his scalp with a headache. Not only had the other man's explanation failed to clear things up, it had made his mind even more muddled. "I'm really curious—how did you even get along with him? Your worldview is different from both of theirs!"

"Because we are fake. Though we are flesh and blood, we are projections—truly fake. True reality absolutely exists, and absolute reality is also absolute truth. But that kind of truth surpasses our understanding; it is not something you or I can perceive."

"So since we are all fake, why care what other people think?"

"Heh heh, I do not believe things are as they say. But every person's thoughts are unique. There is no need for me to force my own thoughts onto others. I respect what they think." Qing Wanglai raised his teacup toward Qian Fu and his friend Chen Hongyu.

Through the screen, Li Huowang watched the man's profile and secretly pondered. He remained deeply suspicious of Qing Wanglai's words.

It had only been a brief glimpse, but he had seen it. The medicine Qing Wanglai had taken earlier was psychiatric medication.

This man might look incredibly learned, but mental illness had nothing to do with intelligence.

On the contrary, based on Li Huowang's years of observation and understanding, smart people had a slightly higher chance of developing mental illness than ordinary people. The dumber a person was, the less likely they were to develop one.

"It is our first meeting, so