"You!" My expression darkened. His eyes were as bright and spirited as mine, and even carried a wisdom that seemed capable of peering into all beneath the heavens. His aged face vaguely resembled mine as well—even his forehead and cheeks had once possessed the appearance I had now. Only, the dust of time had settled over them, leaving him incredibly old. He even seemed to be wandering at the edge of a lamp running out of oil.
"Heh heh... What? Has the Householder, despite seeing countless things over all these years, never encountered anyone who looked very much like him?" As the old man's wrinkled lips slowly opened and closed, they looked exactly as mine would when I reached my eighties or nineties—the appearance I was destined to have.
The resemblance made me involuntarily draw in a cold breath. And since he had deliberately put it that way, he was probably implying that among all the people I had encountered over the years, there had also been someone who looked like him. That was terrifying beyond words! Could it be that I wasn't the real me, that I wasn't the original Householder of the Heaven's Realm, and that he was the original former Householder of the Heaven's Realm in the Nine Heavens?
He had lost the Heaven's Realm, then ultimately transformed into the leader of the Heaven-Seers and gone into hiding in the Nine Heavens for over two thousand years?!
"Who exactly are you!?" I couldn't help asking. I had encountered a middle-aged man who looked almost exactly like me—Fan Tiansheng. And now I had encountered another Black Robe who looked like me in my old age. What on earth was going on?
"Hahaha... This old man is simply this old man. Who else could I be? I've lived too