"Zuo'er? Zhongli Yan?" Miao Rutai's surprise did not seem feigned. "How are you two here?"
Zhongli Yan bared his teeth. "You told us to come to the East Sea, yet you do not know why we are here—and you still dare claim to be Elder Zhuge—sir?"
He gave a contemptuous laugh. "I saw at a glance that you were a fake!"
Miao Rutai pondered this with great seriousness. "I arranged your chance encounter with Jiang Wang, had him use the Immortal Palace to confirm the names of the battle in Fallen Immortal Forest, forcing out traces of [Nameless One]'s combat. At the same time, I used your eyes to observe this place, to experience it, to feel it, until it became the foundation for creating the Transcendence Urn. But you—"
"Because you are merely a Zhuge Yixian molded by [Nameless One]!" Zhuge Zuo cut him off. "You possess Zhuge Yixian's power and know Zhuge Yixian's past. In a certain sense, you can also be Zhuge Yixian. But you are not truly him."
"You know what Zhuge Yixian did, but you do not know why he did it. All you can know are the intentions he has already revealed; of the thoughts he concealed, you know nothing."
"You simply cannot understand what kind of resolve Zhuge Yixian made, or what kind of sacrifices he was capable of making!"
"Still less would you know what a good child my Zhuge Zuo is."
Little Zhuge Zuo raised his head. "From this point alone... this old man may perhaps be proud as well."
As he lifted his head, two streams of tears ran down his face.
The Star Shaman mask on Miao Rutai's face peeled away like flaking porcelain. Miao Rutai's face peeled away with it.
The real Zhuge Yixian had stepped forward; the