In Di Yang's little courtyard, Chu Mo's Mystic Embryo gazed at the "Xuanji" before him, his heart giving a slight twitch.
Although he looked exactly the same, and for some reason the panel had given no notification of a triggered area event, Chu Mo had seen him walk out of the mirror with his "own eyes."
"Junior brother," the false Xuanji said, unaware of Chu Mo's thoughts, a smile curling his lips. "Surely you haven't forgotten me after only a brief separation?"
Looking at the false Xuanji's narrowed eyes, Chu Mo collected himself and ignored everything that did not add up about him—for instance, the fact that True Xuanji could not possibly have found this place.
He spread his lips and laughed. "Of course not! Senior Brother Xuanji, you really do love joking."
The moment the words left his mouth, his pupils contracted slightly, a flicker of surprise passing through them.
Just as Chu Mo uttered the address "senior brother," the name above the false Xuanji's head instantly became a little more real in his sight.
What's going on? Could acknowledging his identity help him replace Xuanji? Thoughts raced through his mind as he considered the reason for this phenomenon.
But the false Xuanji suddenly frowned, his gaze settling on Chu Mo again. Staring fixedly at him, he asked in a strangely meaningful tone, "Junior brother, do you really... believe I'm your senior brother?"
He can tell? Chu Mo's heart jolted. Keeping his expression under control, he put on a smile. "Don't tease me. If you aren't Xuanji, who else could you be?"
"By the way," he hurriedly changed the subject, "what brings you here so late, senior brother?"
The false Xuanji stared at Chu Mo for a long while before forcing a standardized, formulaic smile. "Nothing else, really. I