A thief always has a guilty conscience—an eternal truth.
Back when Zhang Tie had not yet become a Knight, or even a true Warrior, during his youth, he had often heard his mother tell a story that had long circulated among the Hua Clan. It was about an ancient Hua official who smeared ink on a statue of a god to catch a thief. The story was simple and widespread; many Hua people probably knew it.
In a dark room, the official smeared a god statue all over with ink and told a group of suspects that the statue was especially efficacious. As long as they entered the room one by one and placed their hands on the statue, it would tell him who the thief was.
Those with nothing to hide could enter the room and place their hands on the statue without fear. But those with ghosts in their hearts would not dare touch it, afraid that the statue would uncover their secrets. In the end, the official called everyone out and had them spread open their hands. The one whose hand bore no ink was the thief.
Naturally, the so-called "Dragon Emperor Divine Fluid" could not possibly conflict with Heavenly Soul Incense. Zhang Tie had made all of it up. Yet the others did not know that, nor could they possibly imagine that all of Zhang Tie's painstaking arrangements today had been for this very moment.
Zhang Tie had arranged for people to produce the Dragon Emperor Potion before the Dark Emperor Temple had been exposed. After witnessing its entire production process today, everyone had become utterly convinced of the effects of the "Dragon Emperor Divine Fluid." Even if that person racked his brains dry, he could never imagine that the "Dragon Emperor Divine Fluid" had been