Li Zhiyuan: "It's not like I volunteered to go."
Zhao Yi: "I mean, what's the point of going to Fengdu now?"
Li Zhiyuan: "There is a point. The gap is obviously this huge, yet they're still trying to stop us from going to Fengdu. Doesn't that make it even stranger?"
Zhao Yi: "Ugh, fine, I won't live to see it anyway. Once you see it, hehe, 'at the family sacrifice, never forget to inform…'"
Li Zhiyuan: "The deduction failed, but we've found the method."
Zhao Yi: "…My son."
Li Zhiyuan stood up, looking at the scrap paper Zhao Yi was holding—the ones he himself had tossed away: "When the difference in strength is too big, pure deduction stops working. No matter how good an ant is at fighting, it can't beat a human."
Zhao Yi: "Bro, can we talk about it a bit more concretely?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Remember how you survived the first stick of incense?"
Zhao Yi: "If I'd known, I'd have had the nerve to ask for an extra flower."
