"Wang Changxu has been dead for a hundred years?" Hearing this news, Zhuge Yuan couldn't help but gape.
He really hadn't expected this turn of events. Clearly, this Wang Changxu was indeed his Master's old friend, but his Master had overlooked one simple fact: his friend was a mortal, and mortals do not live for centuries. Going back was out of the question—he had already boasted. If he returned now, how could he show his face? But the man was dead. What now?
"Uh... Senior." Zhuge Yuan raised both hands toward the elder before him, who was dressed in a black-and-white long robe with his hair tied up, and quickly devised a plan.
"Senior, what I said is the absolute truth. My Master truly was an old friend of Senior Wang Changxu. If you don't believe me, may I ask if Senior Wang has any descendants? You could inquire with them."
"My Master... my Master has a very distinctive appearance. As long as Senior Wang mentioned him, his descendants are sure to remember."
