"After all, most people weren't fools. They knew the collective was what guaranteed their survival. So long as it did not harm their own interests, the vast majority were willing to do things for the collective."
"This was one of civilization's wondrous aspects, I suppose. We couldn't achieve, nor did we intend to achieve, the Later Demon Race's unity of heart and strength, charging together toward a single goal. But living better was something every human was willing to do."
Wang Qi ultimately did not remain at that restaurant for long. After breakfast, he acted like a local, telling the two students how to tour Shenjing before leaving the restaurant.
Geng silently followed behind Wang Qi. After a while, he asked, "How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"That man wasn't arranged by you deliberately, yet he appeared precisely when you needed him." Geng said, "What kind of method was that?"
Wang Qi smiled without speaking.
"Could it be the legendary supreme realm where past and future returned to one body?" Geng's tone was strange. "Just who are you?"
"Hey, don't be nervous, don't be nervous. It was only a simple little trick. No need to get worked up." Wang Qi pointed toward an illusion zone behind them. "Can you sense the illusions over there?"
Geng nodded. A million years ago, he had also "exchanged" knowledge with the Later Demon Race. He could detect some clues regarding Shenjing's divine system.
"Every day, that place broadcast Mirage Plays arranged by the Immortal Alliance for the purpose of spreading the Dao. Advertisements were inserted among them. The ads were played randomly; the firms purchasing the service could only decide how many times their ads repeated and when they aired. The precise order was arbitrary. And just now, I made a small adjustment..."