By the end of August, autumn had set in. The osmanthus flowers had not long since faded, and the deciduous broadleaf forests around the Divine Capital had already begun to turn yellow.
Looking at the vivid yellow before his eyes, Wang Qi's thoughts became more lively. Having been holed up in the Empirical Department for an extended period without stepping outside had caused his mind to become somewhat rigid, but this direct visual stimulation swept away the gloom that had been accumulating over the past two months.
The direct stimulation of the senses also had this sort of effect, huh...
Leisurely admiring the familiar path that had changed its appearance, Wang Qi had such a thought flash through his mind and recalled Chen Feng's words regarding two kinds of illusion techniques.
The most ingenious illusion techniques are of two kinds, one being, "Even though you know it's fake, you can't help but be fooled."
