What Ye Qingcang had the Faceless Men say was not difficult to understand.
Lü Buwei understood it.
The four Sword Masters present understood it as well.
But precisely because they understood it, they could not believe their ears, nor could they be sure whether they had truly understood what they had heard or only thought they had.
For a moment, the scene fell silent.
Everyone was digesting this fact.
Everyone except Ye Qingcang and the Faceless Men currently under his complete control.
More than ten seconds later.
Lü Buwei was the first to digest the fact.
His tone was calm.
Yet the hidden shock within it could still be heard.
Feigning composure, he probed, "What are you?"
"Does that matter?"
"At least, I am currently a human."
"Using a human body."
"Inheriting everything he had."
Ye Qingcang had the Faceless Men spread his hands.
His unconcerned attitude was unmistakable.
Then he asked in return, "Do you think I am not human right now?"
"That is not what I mean."
"I merely wish to know your true nature."
"I also want to know what exactly the person sitting before me and speaking with me is. Were you made by man, born of nature, or created through some secret art?"
As the leader of the School of Miscellaneous Thinkers, Lü Buwei knew a great deal about the affairs of the world.
It was true that he did not specialize in any one area.
But it was equally true that his knowledge covered a wide range.
In that instant, he thought of many unorthodox methods.
For example, Baiyue's gu arts.
The Yin Yang Family's soul-control techniques.
And the Gongshu Family's strange arts.
Although none of them quite matched this unknown creature claiming to have inherited everything, both external and internal, there was no