He groaned inwardly, unable to believe it, unwilling to believe it!
Great Sage was Prince Cheng!
Great Sage was Zhou Cheng?
Though the truth lay right before him, he still found it hard to accept.
When he first entered the Capital, he had already heard of Zhou Cheng's reputation for "Why Not Eat Meat Gruel."
Back then, he had suspected Zhou Cheng came from the same world as him. He had even deliberately tested him several times at the Poetry Gathering at Prince Jing's Residence, but the bastard had played the fool and never let anything slip.
Later, after witnessing Zhou Cheng's contempt for human life and the way he toyed with people's hearts, he had completely abandoned the idea.
After all, in his view, a progressive young man of the new era could never be like that.
Later, once he confirmed that the Black-Clad Man-Great Sage-truly came from his world, he never considered Zhou Cheng again.
Even when Zhan Yuanyuan later aroused his suspicions with the phrase "mediocre yet confident man," he had only suspected "Qi Yuan" herself and never pursued the connection to Zhou Cheng.
Yet today, reality told him,
Prince Cheng and Great Sage, those two bastards, were actually the same person!
Thinking about it, everything actually made perfect sense.
After all, the way those two bastards acted had long given him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
With one answer revealed, so many past mysteries were resolved.
Fan Xian's mind was practically turning to mush.
He suddenly recalled their first meeting at the Poetry Gathering.
Back then, he had failed to uncover Zhou Cheng's origins and had been dejected, thinking there was no one else like him in this world.
Provoked by Guo Baokun, he had recited the Poetry Sage Du Fu's verse, "Climbing High," and been