In the wind and rain, Lü Cao had rarely found peace. Curled up in her tiny body beside Xuanzang, she was not even awakened from her dream of having parents by the storm outside. Seeing the smile at the corner of her lips, Xuanzang sighed again and rose to his feet.
The moment Xuanzang moved, the closed wooden door shook with a bang and flew wide open. A fierce gust mixed with icy rain rushed into the thatched hut. Xuanzang hurriedly stepped aside, blocking the rain from falling on Lü Cao. Yet the cold wind still startled her awake. She rubbed her eyes, about to act spoiled, but the smile on her face vanished in an instant. Back in reality, she hastily got to her feet and stood cautiously beside Xuanzang like a maidservant.
"Master..." Outside the hut, the two Zhen Kong each gripped a demon staff and glared fixedly at the other. In perfect unison, they said, "Tell us—which one of us is real, and which is fake? The real one stays. The fake one... gets lost!"
Though the downpour outside the hut was torrential, layers of demonic aura arose within several feet around the two Zhen Kong. The aura was as scorching as flames, and the rain could not touch them at all! Yet both Zhen Kong were covered in mud, with even some bloodstains on them. Clearly, they had been wounded in their fight!
Xuanzang looked at them, his heart aching. Hearing their words, he understood that the two Zhen Kong were truly identical, neither able to defeat the other, which was why they had reached this sort of compromise. Unfortunately, after looking and looking for the time it took to eat a meal, he finally said, "My disciples, your master truly cannot tell... which one is