What did it mean to call a deer a horse and turn black into white? Lin Xian leaned back tactically, dodging Ye Fan's pursuit.
"Holy Master, what's the point?!"
Ye Fan ground his teeth. He had clarified his heart, seen his true nature, and affirmed his own Great Dao. Never had he imagined Lin Xian would pull something like this. If that recording got out, he would never wash away the blame pinned on him.
"Who you are doesn't matter. What matters is who you want to become. If that's the case, why care how others see you?"
Lin Xian chuckled and stood with his hands behind his back, saying leisurely, "Praise from the whole world should not spur you on, nor condemnation from the whole world discourage you. Emperor Zun, your Dao Heart still needs more cultivation."
"Is that what I'm worried about?" Ye Fan angrily rebuked Holy Master Lin. His Dao Heart was perfectly steady. What frightened him was Holy Master Lin using the recording to stir up trouble!
"As an idol of the Great Universe making your debut in the Heavenly Court, this is the price you must bear." Speaking like someone who had been through it all, Lin Xian said meaningfully, "Does it matter whether you're Emperor Zun? What matters is that other people think you're Emperor Zun!"
"A name is only a label. You can be called Emperor Zun, I can be called Emperor Zun, and Divine Baby can be Emperor Zun too. Once you take away that label, who are you?"
If everyone worshipped an idol, then give them an idol.
Ye Fan was not Emperor Zun, Divine Baby was not Emperor Zun, Dark Emperor Zun was not Emperor Zun, and even the Ancient Heavenly Court's Emperor Zun was not Emperor Zun. The Emperor