Qiluo said defiantly, "But we just came out of the mist! We all saw the Charming Mist with our own eyes, those terrible illusions are so embarrassing."
The old man laughed even louder, and the middle-aged policeman couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Sorry, no offense." The policeman said, "It just reminded me of my first date with my partner, we took a walk in the mist as per old traditions, the Charming Mist started moving... it was so embarrassing, I got slapped five times that day."
"Why does such a strange tradition exist?" Qiluo squinted, "It feels like a trigger for breaking up relationships."
"Quite the opposite, the mist keeps us grounded and true to our roots. In any era, that's the most precious of assets." The old man finished his pancake and stood up from the table, "Girl, your judgment is only based on what you saw at a glance, but the Saint tells us that seeing isn't always believing. If you have time, take another look, the mist is a good thing."
