Hearing this question, Zhang Tie once again looked toward the seating area reserved for the Taiyi Mystical Sect.
The Taiyi Mystical Sect's motive in raising this question on such an occasion might not have been for his benefit, but for Zhang Tie, someone opening up this topic at this moment was exactly what he wanted.
The speaker was a knight from the Taiyi Mystical Sect. He appeared to be in his fifties, with a rather unlikable long face and a somewhat lean build. With a single sentence, he drew the eyes of every guest attending the ceremony onto Zhang Tie.
Zhang Tie smiled faintly. "May I ask how I should address you?"
"My name is Bai Zhonghe, merely a junior member of the Taiyi Mystical Sect!" The man rose to his feet, cupped his hands toward Zhang Tie, and answered calmly.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Tie, seated in his chair, carefully examined Bai Zhonghe twice. His entire body rippled like water. Once the ripples subsided, Zhang Tie had become Bai Zhonghe. Apart from their different clothes, his build, features, and even hairstyle were completely identical to Bai Zhonghe's.
With a clamor, the ceremonial seating erupted. Countless people shot to their feet in astonishment, staring at Zhang Tie as he transformed into someone else right before their eyes.
"My name is Bai Zhonghe, merely a junior member of the Taiyi Mystical Sect!" Zhang Tie stood up and repeated the same words in Bai Zhonghe's voice, with the exact same movements.
"Y-you... you... you..." Bai Zhonghe was tongue-tied, pointing at Zhang Tie as though he had seen a ghost, unable to utter another word.
In truth, Bai Zhonghe was far from the only one who felt as if he had seen a ghost. Among the more than two thousand ceremonial guests, aside