"Ming Jiang doesn't exist, does he?"
Watching Jing Hongchen, his face flushed red, eyes narrowed to slits, speak those words in an extremely weak yet earnest voice, Jiang Ming's body stiffened slightly.
He said softly, "Hall Master Hongchen, you're drunk."
Jing Hongchen suddenly burst into laughter.
"HAHAHA! HAHAHA! That's right, this old man is drunk. I'm drunk!"
After laughing twice, Jing Hongchen slumped directly onto the table. He looked as though he had truly passed out drunk, completely unconscious, utterly unconcerned that he was inside the Soul Tool Department's experimental building at Shrek Academy—a dragon's den and tiger's lair for the master of Bright Virtue Hall.
Or perhaps Jing Hongchen simply no longer cared about such things.
Once he had used the alcohol to voice the doubt that had long lingered in his heart and heard Jiang Ming's answer, he already had his answer.
If Ming Jiang truly existed, if he really was Jiang Ming's twin younger brother, then Jiang Ming would surely have flown into a rage at those words. After all, Ming Jiang had chosen to use a Rank 9 Fixed Soul Cannonball for Self-Destruction because the Sun Moon Empire had besieged Jiang Ming.
So long as Jiang Ming possessed even a shred of conscience, he would have been furious upon hearing that question.
Yet in reality, Jiang Ming's reaction had been so calm.
So calm that it seemed Ming Jiang—the so-called twin younger brother—had never existed at all.
That alone explained far too much.
That was also why Jing Hongchen said he was drunk.
Drunk, unable to tell what was real!
Jiang Ming sighed softly. Then he helped Jing Hongchen up and took him to one of the temporary rest rooms in the experimental building.
One floor of this newly built Soul Tool laboratory building had been