Some things were often hard to explain clearly.
Or perhaps it could be put this way: people usually only believed what they saw, rather than the actual truth.
Take Bai Zhi's current situation. If he said that he had done nothing, and that those guards had consciously lined up one by one to run into his sword hilt, nobody would believe him.
—But that was the truth.
He had not used [Failed Writer], nor had he used [Miracles of Low Probability]. He had not even deployed the Ghost Domain.
Yet under those circumstances, the guards had carefully gone around him and rammed into the tip of his sword one after another, like a rehearsed play, lining up obediently to be cut down.
Shu Limiao and the others found it absurd, but Bai Zhi himself found it just as absurd...
At first, he had indeed intended to use [Miracles of Low Probability] or [Failed Writer] to locate those guards. But that would only have allowed his holy sword to find their positions; it would not have made them voluntarily run into its tip.
The meanings represented by the two were completely different.
After all, whether it was [Failed Writer] or [Miracles of Low Probability], they ultimately only interfered with probability. They did not interfere with the human heart.
Making someone occasionally twist an ankle and stumble onto his sword tip was one thing, but Miracles of Low Probability could not achieve this sort of large-scale, collective behavior.
Besides, he had not even tried it yet, and they had already started running into his sword one after another, as if they were collectively lining up to stage an insurance scam...
Taking a bite from the apple in his hand, Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the guards before