People really were like this. When left with no other choice, they deceived themselves; otherwise, there would not be the saying "deceiving oneself and others."
Xie Jun was just like that. Perhaps he did not have information channels like Meng Zhao's, allowing him to gather so much intelligence on Xie Wanzhi and infer that Xie Wanzhi had problems—and was no good person.
But Xie Jun was perceptive and intelligent. Relying purely on instinct, he had sensed that he might be a tool Xie Wanzhi had raised—ordinarily nurtured as a disciple, only to be sacrificed without hesitation once the time was ripe.
Such sharp instincts were sometimes a good thing, and sometimes not necessarily so.
Take Xie Jun. Because of them, he had sensed the danger in advance. Yet with his feeble martial arts, he had no ability to resist. He could only live amid pain and despair, unable to see the slightest hope. In the end, he had even been forced to deceive himself just to seek a little comfort.
Honestly, only learning the truth when death was at hand was far better than learning it early, yet being powerless to do anything and spending every day trapped in anxious terror.
Lü Yue's few words today might not have contained much, but they had truly shattered the psychological defenses Xie Jun had erected for himself. He had completely collapsed—no, it could not be called a collapse. Rather, he had cast aside the notion of self-deception and begun stepping out of fantasy into reality.
"Brother Xie, you are an exceptionally clever man. You should understand why my Young Master suddenly acted this way today, and why he sent me to find you."
Lü Yue was satisfied inwardly. Since Xie Jun had been so candid, he had no desire to keep beating