Old Ghost

After all, no matter how much of Zhou Shirong's memory Old Ghost inherited, there were bound to be gaps. Between a father and his own son, there were surely countless familiar habits and ways of speaking that outsiders would never know.

With Zhou Daogan's seasoned cunning, how hard would it be for him to spot a flaw?

All this time, Xu Yi had never given the matter much thought. For one thing, he had trusted Old Ghost's acting too much. For another, over the past year, he had often crossed paths with Old Ghost. The fellow's status as a young nobleman was at its peak, to the point that even Xu Yi had grown complacent and let down his guard.

Subconsciously, he had assumed that if Zhou Daogan realized Old Ghost was an impostor, he would never let him live. But he had never considered that Zhou Daogan might follow the trail back through Old Ghost and dig deeper.

His habitual thinking had once again led him into danger.

"You've got it backwards. I'd say you're the one who's been plotting all along. I truly don't understand what grievance you and I have between us that would make you go to such lengths. Things have come this far; I don't think there's any need for you to keep hiding your identity."

Zhou Daogan regarded Xu Yi calmly. Whether he had already known Zhou Shirong was dead, or simply possessed a steadfast heart that kept him from being weighed down by family ties, he showed no grief.

"You don't strike me as the sentimental type. Compared to all this nonsense, you'd rather have my head. You're spitting words at me now, so I'm guessing you've nearly used up your sword intent. Otherwise, you wouldn't waste time talking."

Xu Yi stuffed two