"But I didn't just play any tricks."
Lord Zheng raised both hands, indicating his innocence.
"Having no move is better than having a move," the blind man sighed, "that is the true winning move."
"No, it's not like that," Lord Zheng denied.
"Oh?"
"When you stand on the stage, even if you're not acting, the audience sitting in the audience still watches with the mindset of watching a play."
"Brilliant."
"Alright, enough with the pretentiousness, is the booklet ready?"
"A Cheng told my subordinates yesterday that it's already packed."
"Good, I'll take it to the King's Tent later."
"Is the Sword Saint accompanying you?"
"Forget it, ever since the Sword Saint gained enlightenment last time, he seems eager. I'm afraid that if I take him to the King's Tent, he won't be able to hold back from having a fight with old Tian.
Better to take A Ming instead. By the way, where is A Ming?"
"Probably sleeping somewhere, oh, he should be in the coffin."
