"Then who are you?"
Wang Shu looked at the man before him, who bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to the "Brother Qiushui" and had a nearly identical bearing, yet was clearly not the same person, and could not help asking.
"Then who are you? How do you know my sister?"
The handsome man's heroic brows rose sharply, and a deep, domineering aura leaked from him, making people shudder.
"Your sister?"
Wang Shu could not help but ponder it. Shui Yunji had always played two roles by herself.
One was the Empress of the Phantom Sound Workshop, a Jianghu force on par with Xu Ming and Tongwen Pavilion.
The other was the current Qiwang, lord of Fengxiang, commanding hundreds of thousands of elite troops and the strongest Regional King among the feudal lords.
If the Empress was this man's sister, then his identity was obvious. Coupled with their strikingly similar appearances, Wang Shu said:
"You wouldn't happen to be Qiwang Li Maozhen?"
As soon as he spoke, the man's expression changed. A trace of dangerous aura radiated from him, and his tone gradually shifted as he said:
"Who exactly are you?!"
His identity could not be exposed, at least not for now. Before he completed that matter, he would not return to the Central Plains.
Seeing this, Wang Shu could not help smiling.
"Relax. My name is Wang Shu, and Shui Yunji and I are friends. We're very close."
"Yun Ji is my sister's true name. She has never revealed it to outsiders. Since you know it, your relationship truly must be unusual.
"You guessed right, young man. I am Li Maozhen, the true Qiwang."
The handsome man admitted it. He stood tall and slender, his gaze sharp and somewhat aloof, carrying a faint domineering presence as a kingly