Recognition?
Master Shou recognized Sword Immortal Hua?
A latecomer had the audacity to declare that he wished to recognize a senior on the path of swordsmanship? Curled up in a dark little room all by himself, Feng Zhongzui gripped a Golden Apricot and silently watched the battle in the Ghost Buddha Realm. For the first time in ages, he felt once more the absurdity of life.
"How did he dare...?"
Over half a year, Feng Zhongzui had gone from fervor to comfort.
Flower Moon Pavilion was his domain, watched by the Five Domains. It had nurtured within him the feeling that "I am the center of the world."
From being an onlooker who preached on Master Shou's behalf...
To becoming the star of those Dao Transmission broadcasts himself, enjoying the thrill of being watched by the Five Domains as Master Shou had.
For many, this was a journey whose end they would never glimpse in their entire lives.
Feng Zhongzui had achieved it in mere months.
Success at a young age—perhaps that was all there was to it.
Borrowing Master Shou's words, "Across a hundred generations, no genius like me; in ten thousand years, none greater"—perhaps he had even surpassed that.
Yet in a certain sense, was that not true?
After all, they both called themselves... the Drunken Emperor! Feng Zhongzui bent his arms, wanting to embrace himself, but the flesh around his belly and his fat, cumbersome arms hindered his movements.
The room was small, its curtains all drawn tight, leaving it pitch-black.
Suddenly, he felt cold.
"How could this be?"
"It shouldn't be like this..."
Over half a year of Golden Apricot preaching, Feng Zhongzui had learned from the Master Shou in the Dao Transmission Mirror. He often made wild remarks and reckless gestures, and the response had