"Nicholas Yang's first law?" the sneaky cat was stunned, "I don't believe you, you're just making things up!"
Yang Zhen shrugged, spotting a feather dropping awkwardly onto the ground. He pointed towards a fork in the road, saying, "This way!"
"How do you know it's this way? What if we're wrong?" The sneaky cat clearly didn't quite believe Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen was outraged, adding, "You can doubt this Sao Saint, but you must believe in the power of science!"
"Science, what the hell is that?" The sneaky cat looked bewildered, pointing at the dropped feather, "We just saw it, this feather doesn't want to go this way at all!"
"That's because there's wind in this cave, it's blowing out, the feather, of course, won't go this way!" Yang Zhen said triumphantly, retorting, "Use that pig brain of yours to think, would a cave from which wind is blowing be a dead end?"
The sneaky cat exclaimed, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Is there such a tactic?"
