Fayue: "So the story was made up by you?"
Yan Kong: "You say that when the Grand Ancestor of this court was born, his mother dreamt of the sun and moon entering her embrace, and at birth, the room was filled with an unusual fragrance. Was that also fabricated by the historians?"
Fayue: "Even if it was made up, it is now considered true."
Yan Kong: "So, truth or falsehood doesn't matter, because the words of the dead are spoken by the living. If you think it's true, then it's true; if you think it's false, it might not necessarily be false."
Fayue thought to himself: "After all this, you're just playing word games." He knew that the old monk didn't want to speak, and that further questioning would be futile.
If one were to say that the old monk made it up, Fayue also felt that it seemed unlikely. In any case, there must be some fabricated elements.
However, for Xu Qing, as long as the Golden Light Spell was real, the veracity of other things really didn't matter.
