What Lu Mingfei really wanted to ask about was himself.
What am I?
Why wasn't I affected by the reset? Why can I remember things from the previous worldline?
Little Devil had always called him "big brother." It looked exactly like Constantine calling Lao Tang that—twins on the throne. The younger brother called the older brother "brother," yet the older brother had no memories.
His pairing with Lu Mingze was practically the standard setup for twins on the throne!
A baseless fear suddenly welled up in his heart.
He was afraid of the answer.
He was afraid that, in the end, he would discover he wasn't human at all.
After living as a human for eighteen years, someone suddenly told you that you were actually a giant lizard—who could take that?
Though he had spent more than a decade living pathetically as a human, he still identified strongly with being human. Pathetic was fine. At least he was human.
Lu Mingze watched his expression with a faint smile, as though he had guessed something but had no intention of exposing it. He merely spoke unhurriedly, steering the conversation elsewhere.
"A Daoist Priest—" Lu Mingze said. "That involves something even more troublesome. I shouldn't have told you about it yet, but since you've already encountered it, you should know enough to be on guard."
His tone suddenly changed.
"He's dangerous," Lu Mingze said. "Pingyangzi is extremely dangerous—hundreds of times more dangerous than any person or dragon you've ever seen."
As he said this, the smile vanished completely from Little Devil's face. His handsome features became incomparably grave, as if weighed down by something immense.
Lu Mingfei instinctively tensed up, his breath catching.
Then he realized something was wrong.
The moon outside the window had changed.
It had just been a bright,