Who was this person? Why did he look so familiar?
Xing Li stood there dumbfounded. He had never met the bald donkey named Jieyin, yet when their minds resonated, he felt an indescribable familiarity.
It was impossible to explain, impossible to put into words, as though they were long-lost brothers.
Moreover, the other party had actually announced his True Name in one breath.
How was this possible? Could it be that he...
Xing Li's pupils shrank sharply. A name sprang into his mind. Shocked into utter disbelief, he stammered, "You, you... you are..."
"Heh heh heh, you really do know."
Lu Dong smiled coldly. Not bad. He may be useless, but at least his brain still works.
"You're Lu Bei!"
"..." x2
It was not only Lu Dong. Gu Zongchen, who had lent him his body, fell silent as well.
Before the secret realm opened, Little Monk had sat before the bonfire reciting scriptures, standing apart from the world. He had disturbed no one and had not competed for the Ink Character Token.
One Buddhist scripture, one pile of firewood, and one endlessly chattering Lu Dong—he was content to enjoy his peace of mind.
He did not compete, but plenty of others did. The Demonic Cultivator named Jieyin saw Gu Zongchen's calm expression and clearly assumed he had everything under control, so he relied on his higher cultivation to snatch the token.
After one slap, Gu Zongchen took the opportunity to change identities and entered the secret realm in Jieyin's appearance.
Lu Dong tried every possible way to persuade him and finally convinced Gu Zongchen to lend him his body so he could meet Lu Xi.
His original intention had been to devour Lu Xi and strengthen himself while Lu Xi was still weak. Gu Zongchen disagreed, so he had