West Spring Mountain, temple construction site.
Shen Qingxi stood before the intricately carved, lifelike statue of the Mountain God, which was almost indistinguishable from the real thing, and proudly puffed out her chest.
"I am such a genius!"
"But, Alpha Lord, what's the point of all this?"
Mogred, standing close by, asked quietly, "You told us not to worship idols, yet here you are crafting a life-sized sculpture of the Mountain God with your own hands. Which answer is the correct one?"
Without turning her head, Shen Qingxi countered, "I told you not to come looking for me—did you obey my orders?"
"The Captain said we must listen to Alpha's instructions."
"Listen, but don't obey, right? So ultimately, that's the essence of it—people only believe the part of the truth they want to believe. The so-called search for answers is nothing more than self-comfort in the end."
