Zeng Anmin changed into Prince Nan's clothes.
Bai Ziqing panted as he dressed Prince Nan.
A lifelike Prince Nan appeared before Bai Ziqing.
"It really is..."
Bai Ziqing looked at the vivid "Prince Nan" before him.
The amazement in his eyes never ceased.
He circled Zeng Anmin, going round and round.
As he walked, he clicked his tongue in admiration.
"So alike!"
"Quanfu, how did you do it?? How could you look this alike!"
"What do you mean, alike?" Zeng Anmin frowned slightly, looking at Bai Ziqing with displeasure as his voice turned imposing.
"This king is Prince Nan."
"Hiss~" Bai Ziqing drew a sharp breath.
He hurriedly nodded. "Right, right, right. You are Prince Nan!"
Yet after saying that, Bai Ziqing stroked his chin.
"Won't anyone notice something off? Though Nanjiang is ruled by barbarians, with the Eastern Cult there, its extraordinary foundations are no less than those of our Great Sage Dynasty..."
"Some old monsters who have cultivated for years, or certain treasures, could verify whether someone's identity is genuine..."
"This king said it already. This king is Prince Nan. Commander Bai, mind your words."
Zeng Anmin looked at Bai Ziqing with ill intent.
"Do not mistake me again in the future."
Bai Ziqing froze.
He looked at the dignified and imposing "Prince Nan" before him.
For a moment, his expression was somewhat dazed.
He was already having trouble telling the difference.
"Quanfu, I think we should make the act more convincing." As though recalling something, Bai Ziqing slapped his forehead.
His expression was deeply malicious as he stared at Zeng Anmin with a sinister look.
"What do you mean?" Zeng Anmin knitted his brows, wariness flashing in his eyes.
"Before Prince Nan fled the battlefield, he slapped me." At the mention of this, Bai Ziqing could not