Seeing Feng Qi's suddenly altered appearance, Xia Qian opened his mouth, then abruptly turned his gaze toward the portrait on the wall to his right.
"Stop looking. It's me, your Old Ancestor." Feng Qi grinned.
Hearing this.
Xia Qian clearly still could not believe that Feng Qi, sitting before him and claiming to share a name with a great man, was the Feng Qi from history who had founded the Dawn Organization.
He had read The Biography of Feng Qi, written by the Dawn Organization's predecessors, dozens of times. He therefore knew that Feng Qi had died at the Future City Execution Ground fifteen hundred years ago.
At the time, countless people had watched Feng Qi's execution through live broadcasts or witnessed it in person.
That piece of history clearly could not have been fabricated.
Even if Feng Qi had not died back then, he could not possibly have lived until fifteen hundred years later.
Thinking of this, Xia Qian's expression gradually turned solemn.
"Don't use your little trick of changing your appearance to make this kind of joke with me."
Feng Qi completely understood Xia Qian's doubts.
On the Sacrifice Timeline, he really had died, and he had died before everyone's eyes. How could he possibly have come back to life?
How was he supposed to prove it now? He found himself in a difficult position.
The problem had returned to the same one he had encountered before arriving at the shelter city: how could he prove that he was himself?
"How do you need me to prove it?" With that thought, he threw the question back at Xia Qian.
Seeing Feng Qi's earnest expression, Xia Qian was so angry he laughed.
If Feng Qi had not done Star City Shelter a favor, he would absolutely have dragged him