"You actually don't know?!"
Zhu Wushi shot him a sidelong glance.
"So you're a Native of this world?"
"What's wrong with being a Native?"
Zhuge Wolong frowned.
"Could it be that you Ascenders are somehow nobler than us Natives?!"
"Haha..."
Shi Zhixuan laughed loudly.
"Mr. Zhuge is mistaken. Everyone in the world is equal; no one is nobler than anyone else. We simply find it strange that, as an Ascender, you don't know the Great Emperor's name in the martial world. Since you're a Native, it's normal that you don't know."
"..."
Zhuge Wolong was speechless.
He was the Tongtian Erudite Scholar!
Yet he had actually been looked down upon!!
He felt somewhat regretful, too. If only he had known, he would have discussed this Great Emperor Ding Ling more with that player back in the dungeon.
The player had simply praised Ding Ling too highly, so he had assumed the player was boasting. Otherwise, given his temperament, he really would have discussed the matter with the player.
"The Great Emperor has long been known in the Lower Realm as the martial world's Myth. What's strange about him establishing a martial sect?"
Shi Zhixuan took the initiative to explain.
"Moreover, the Great Emperor always keeps his word. He absolutely wouldn't joke about something this important. Naturally, there's nothing strange about us coming here the moment we heard the news."
"..."
Zhuge Wolong gave an awkward laugh twice and nodded. He was just about to ask a few more questions when a soldier suddenly shouted from the doorway:
"The Prime Minister has arrived!"
Zhuge Wolong immediately fell silent, his eyes shining as he looked toward the entrance.
He was about to meet his idol.
A huge wave surged deep within Zhuge Wolong's heart.
Before long.
A man wearing a scholar's headscarf