Separated? The white-haired old man stiffened slightly.
He did not suspect they were actually two people, because their movements, expressions, and manner of speaking were almost identical.
"I don't know where he went either. Didn't you head toward the other side of the bustling market at the time?" the white-haired old man muttered, as though the blow had shattered him.
This scene was far too shocking.
The sculpture before him was almost exactly the same as that ancient one. There was simply no way to tell real from fake! It made him completely question his life. He even wondered: Had he been a frog at the bottom of a well? More radical thoughts erupted within him. Were the sculptures in his hands, even those spread out at his feet for sale, genuine or fake? Could it be that the things in his hands were all counterfeits, created by some being?
The old man was utterly lost.
Yet he was no ordinary man. After recovering his senses, a bold thought emerged. He abruptly rose from his stall and said fiercely, "Brother, I have a major business opportunity here. I guarantee that it will bring in a flood of wealth and earn us enough profit beyond this Chaos Heaven!"
"Let's hear it." Di Qi was stunned for a moment before replying.
"Your craftsmanship is astonishing. You are a natural-born master at making counterfeits, with talent unmatched throughout the ages! You could rank among the greatest in the entire universe, past and present." The old man's face flushed red as he said excitedly, "Even I cannot tell the difference. I fear there are not many beings in this world who can. Join hands with me to make these counterfeits. Countless beings would love to collect them and would be willing to pay any