The stallholder's face, calm as still water until now, clouded over with uncertainty.
His eyes swept over Su Mu again and again. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he finally ventured to speak, his voice dry and trembling:
"Emperor... Fengdu?"
Those words seemed to carry an ancient power. For an instant, even the air around them froze.
"What the hell?!"
Beside them, Zhou Hang looked as though he had heard the wildest nonsense imaginable. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He turned to stare at Su Mu, his face full of shock and his voice shooting up an octave. "Big Log? Boss, have you lost your mind? What did you just call him?"
Su Mu himself stood rooted to the spot, as if struck by lightning.
His thoughts churned. Could this seemingly ordinary stallholder really have some unknown connection to me? Or did he actually come from the Primordial World?
The stallholder ignored Zhou Hang's outburst. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Su Mu as if he could see through his flesh and into his soul.
He examined Su Mu closely, from his brows to his fingertips, missing not the slightest detail.
After a moment, the light in the stallholder's eyes faded.
He slowly shook his head, a bitter, self-mocking smile tugging at his lips.
"No... you aren't him."
His voice sank, heavy with disappointment. "You couldn't be him. The real Emperor Fengdu's might is without equal. Why would he come to a world as remote as Earthstar? Besides..."
The stallholder pointed at Su Mu, his tone certain yet sorrowful. "There isn't the slightest trace of cultivation or Spiritual Energy on you. You're flesh and blood. How could you be that emperor's incarnation?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the strength seemed to drain from