"What is truth?"
"Truth is the sum of countless prejudices, a reflection of reality."
"Most Wizards and Demons believe that this world originated from a great True Spirit, and that every living being is descended from that True Spirit. The True Spirit governs the fortune and misfortune of every descendant. Wizards are the True Spirit's fire-stealers, rebellious sons, and thieves; while Wizards and Demons are the True Spirit's filial children, defending the True Spirit's glory... Every scrap of flesh they seize from wizards is an offering to the True Spirit."
"Most wizards, meanwhile, believe that the world is a union of chaos and reason, a melody played by dimensions in the void. Every living being is the result of countless coincidences and inevitabilities. Wizards and Demons represent the world's negative emotions, while wizards are its righteous light. Every Wizard and Demon hunted by a wizard corrects the world's course."
"Are these the truth? Yes, and no."
"Wizards and Demons are not the entirety of this universe. Therefore, the 'truth' they observe is incomplete. Even I would not dare claim to have seen the whole of the world."
The Starry Sky slowly receded into the darkness.
Darkness descended.
Then a sliver of sunlight pierced it.
The chirping of larks and sparrows drifted into Zheng Qing's ears alongside that ray of sunlight. The afternoon grass gave off a languid scent, intoxicating to breathe in.
Zheng Qing and his teacher returned to that small patch of lawn.
From behind the nearby shrubs came the laughter and horseplay of young wizards passing by, forming a stark contrast with that empty, lonely universe. Coupled with his teacher's definition of Wizards and Demons—
Everything seemed to be veiled in an unreal shadow.
The young scholarship student lowered his head and kneaded his temples, easing the swelling