The sudden appearance of the black-robed man and Emperor 'Zhong Shan' caught everyone off guard.
"Fake. I know now—the one who came over first was the fake master!" Yi Siqi realized at once.
Back then, Zhuangzi had brought two black-robed men with him, claiming they were from the Ancient Family. They should be the two standing before them.
"But can you tell which of the two Zhuangzis is the one from before?" one of the Ancestral Immortals asked awkwardly.
"Uh?" The twelve Ancestral Immortals fell into a quandary.
The real and fake Zhuangzis had already fought for quite some time. There had been Black Holes and butterflies involved, and now they could no longer tell which one was the Zhuangzi from before!
Everyone: "...!"
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
The real and fake Zhong Shans collided in a mighty clash, shattering the void. The two of them thundered into battle.
"Huh?" Yi Siqi and the twelve Ancestral Immortals were dumbfounded again.
Why had the two of them started fighting? Had they guessed wrong again?
"That is someone from the Ancient Family! Surround and kill Zhong Shan!"
In the distance, one of the 'Zhuangzis' suddenly spoke.
Surround and kill Zhong Shan? At once, everyone's eyes lit up.
"Bastards! I want to see who dares!" Zhuangzi roared.
Zhuangzi was so furious that he was nearly out of his mind. He had only gone out once—how had things become like this? After all the painstaking effort he had invested, was it all about to go down the drain?
"He said, 'Who dares?' He's shielding Zhong Shan. He's the fake Zhuangzi!" one of the Ancestral Immortals shouted, pointing at Zhuangzi.
The fake Zhuangzi? Had this genuine Zhuangzi been completely replaced by a counterfeit? When Zhuangzi saw his disciples glaring at him with a common enemy, his heart sank