Wang Chonglou's hand, which was stroking his beard, paused. A few hairs fell out, and he asked in shock, "Who's this Brother Wang you're talking about? He could save someone from under Wang Xianzhi's nose? What realm is he actually in?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, puzzled, "I don't know either. But Brother Wang seemed very confident. He must have some idea what he's doing."
Wang Chonglou still found it hard to believe. A question immediately occurred to him, and he asked uncertainly, "Could this Brother Wang you're talking about be the other Xu Fengnian from the legend of the real and fake Xu Fengnians?"
Xu Fengnian heard this and said in exasperation, "There's only one Xu Fengnian. What do you mean, real and fake? Brother Wang is the king of Southern Zhao."
Wang Chonglou heard this and asked suspiciously, "But I heard that one of the Xu Fengnians had his coming-of-age ceremony at the ancestral temple in Prince Liang's Mansion, while the other one had it somewhere else. Where did the Heir Apparent have his ceremony?"
Xu Fengnian's face darkened at Wang Chonglou's words. By Wang Chonglou's logic, he was the fake Xu Fengnian, and Wang Yue was the real one.
After all, Wang Yue had worshipped Heaven and Earth in the ancestral temple and gone through all the proper formalities, while Xu Fengnian had only held his coming-of-age ceremony in front of his mother's tomb.
So Xu Fengnian said gloomily, "That's not important. What matters is that he'll be here soon."
Wang Chonglou nodded. He thought that made sense, too. He was eager to meet the man who could summon an apparition of the True Martial Great Emperor. What kind of person was he?
But they waited for five whole days.
Five days later,
At the