"I saw it with my own eyes, so I am Nalan Xingde!"
"You are not!"
"Nalan Xingde was a person, a person made up of many things."
"Even if you possess his appearance, his manner of speaking, and all his memories, you are still not him."
Facing Chen Changsheng's rebuttal, Nalan Fuguang continued, "If possessing those things cannot prove that I am Nalan Xingde..."
"Then how can you prove that you are Chen Changsheng?"
"My thoughts and intentions have remained in their original form, so I am Chen Changsheng!"
"Bullshit!"
Nalan Fuguang directly refuted Chen Changsheng, saying seriously, "People change with their environments and experiences."
"If someone experiences the passage of time yet never changes, then he is not truly himself."
"Keeping your original intention does not mean a person will not change. You stubbornly maintain your old self because you are running away."
"You are nothing more than the cowardly emotions in Teacher's heart."
"I am not!"
Chen Changsheng refuted him again. Nalan Fuguang stared straight at him and said,
"If you are not, then who are you?"
"I am Chen Changsheng!"
"If you are Chen Changsheng, then who was that person just now?"
"He was also Chen Changsheng!"
"What a joke!"
"How could one complete Teacher become two? If neither of you is complete, what right do you have to call yourselves the real Chen Changsheng?"
Under Nalan Fuguang's gaze, the Second Divine Soul gradually began to collapse.
"Scholar, I'm tired!"
His lips trembling, Chen Changsheng spoke a single sentence as tears rolled down his cheeks.
A dignified seven-foot man, yet now he wept like a helpless child.
"Scholar, this road is too far, too long. I cannot see its end. I am truly tired."
"The Lower Realm, the Ascension Road, Three Thousand Zhou, the Four Directions Continent,