"Does it matter whether it is or isn't?!"
"It still doesn't matter."
"No matter who I am, or who is me, there's no difference."
"Zhou Yu is merely a symbol. Anyone can be him, and anyone can be not him."
Faced with Zhao Xiaoxiang's questioning, Zhou Yu remained as calm as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze, neither admitting nor denying anything.
And just as he had said, whether he was Zhou Yu or General Xuanyu made no difference.
"I hope so!"
After hearing this, Zhao Xiaoxiang said no more. Her figure simply scattered away like mist and clouds.
Not long after Zhao Xiaoxiang departed, Zhou Qing, who had left earlier, returned. He picked up the fishing rod again, skillfully baited the hook, and cast it into the water.
Yet as time trickled by, neither Zhou Yu's hook nor Zhou Qing's hook caught so much as half a fish.
"Old man, your bait is too bland. No fish likes anything that bland."
Zhou Qing said.
"I haven't even said your bait reeks too strongly, all coarse and vulgar, yet you've turned around and criticized me instead."
Zhou Yu laughed.
"Is it serious?!"
Zhou Qing abruptly changed the subject.
"Moderately serious, I suppose. The past is about to collapse, the future is about to perish, and the present is about to become empty. It's neither a great matter nor a small one."
"But the past and future are both too far from us. Only the present still offers us a chance to contend for the crossing."
"One tribulation has barely passed when the next arrives. Truly, tribulations come without end!"
Zhou Yu watched the ripples spreading around the fishing float. Those undulating ripples seemed to cleave apart two worlds.
In the reflected world, he did not wear his current aged appearance.