Jing Jiu was a very lazy man, but his powers of observation were keen.
Whether on a bamboo chair or a soft chair, he spent most of his time resting with his eyes closed. Whenever he opened them, he could see the whole world clearly.
This was probably what people meant by seeing the world most clearly through cold eyes.
Back then, at the Hot Spring Shore, the girl in a bathrobe who called herself "Fei" had offered him a drink.
He had not drunk it, but he had glanced at her cup.
Her fingerprints had been left on that porcelain cup.
It was a strange thing for a biochemical human to have fingerprints.
He had memorized that fingerprint and found a matching one in his consciousness.
Of course, differences in upbringing meant that even replicants could not have perfectly identical fingerprints, but there were patterns to them.
That fingerprint belonged to Flower Creek.
Once he confirmed this, many questions came apart like bamboo before a blade.
After he brought Zhong Lizi out from underground and went to Shou'er City, he soon attracted many people's attention.
The organization of Ascension Ones represented by General Li employed a crude method of assessment.
The Priest Line was much gentler; observation would be a more appropriate word for it.
Why had the Star Gate Priestess believed he was the new god?
It certainly could not have been because of the Arcade owner, nor because of Xuan Yu Game Company.
A truly fanatical believer could not have sat quietly before that basin of clear water and three flower petals for over a decade. Someone she trusted deeply must have convinced her of Jing Jiu's identity.
Across the entire Galaxy Alliance, only that person could have done so.
That person held a supreme place in