Being mistaken for Lord Fu Jun this time had truly set Qin Yang off. His anger surged upward in waves.
In the past, it had been easier to explain. No matter what others said, all they had was a divine ability that looked very similar. Whether it was actually the same divine ability remained unknown.
Others had misunderstood only because Lord Fu Jun's divine ability seemed to have belonged to him alone at the time.
Or perhaps among those who possessed this divine ability, only Lord Fu Jun had become famous, while all the others had perished early.
It had begun as a misunderstanding, but Qin Yang himself understood that after many people got it wrong, they did not actually care whether he had once been Lord Fu Jun. The person they befriended was simply Qin Yang.
But that was all in the past. Things were different now.
A man who had died yet returned from the World of the Dead, traveling along the Forgotten River—one of the Five Great Water Veins of the Ancient Underworld created by Lord Fu Jun. Anyone else who entered it would forget everything.
Only Lord Fu Jun himself could remain entirely unaffected by the Forgotten River.
On top of that, this fellow possessed a divine ability unique to Lord Fu Jun.
And then there was this: after this stretch of the Forgotten River appeared, someone from Lord Fu Jun's people immediately came to receive the Lord Fu Jun here. The moment he arrived, he kowtowed to Qin Yang and addressed him as Lord Fu Jun.
Then there was the fact that this man had secretly thrown himself into Fengdu's camp while in the World of the Dead. He was a universally praised, charitable good person, a fine man whose divine ability was even dedicated