The Art of Honesty
But...
At that moment, Rob finally understood why Sir Fu Qian had asked him to bring the sword back.
The problem was, unlike the demigod Fu, who could borrow the sword with ease, Rob had no story to tell when he returned it.
"Just tell him the truth."
Despite Rob's troubled expression, Fu Qian's tone was gentle, but there was clearly no room for negotiation.
"Trust me. Dean Li prefers honesty to a reasonable explanation."
"Give the sword back and explain what happened. It won't cause trouble for the Apocalypse or for you. It might even help with the next step of your plan—finding someone to appraise the sword."
Being the one in charge didn't mean indulging and protecting people without limit. Perspective mattered.
And so did passing that perspective on.
Li Weixuan wasn't stupid, and treating people like they were stupid was very impolite.
Borrowing a sword to comprehend the Dao was the sort of unspoken understanding that everyone tacitly accepted. Since Rob had been the one to ask, Li Weixuan probably wouldn't say anything even if Rob offered no explanation.
But if Rob could give him a sincere explanation, he'd undoubtedly be more receptive—especially if the explanation was an interesting one.
"All right... Thank you very much."
Unable to find a reason—or even a position—from which to argue, Rob hesitated briefly before accepting the demigod's advice. He thanked him earnestly once again.
"Don't mention it. What you did was interesting, and that's what matters most. I'm sure Lady Kalaodola would be glad to see it too."
After offering a few words of encouragement, Fu Qian got up and left.
"Back so soon? Are you rushing home to do your evening lessons?"
Fu Qian didn't ask whether Veil had found anything at the Sword