"Wang Changxu has been dead for a hundred years?" When Zhuge Yuan heard this news, he couldn't help but gape in astonishment.
He really hadn't expected this turn of events. Clearly, this Wang Changxu was indeed Master's old friend, but Master never considered that his old friend was just a mortal, and mortals don't live that long.
Going back was out of the question—the bragging had already been done. If he went back now, where would he put his face?
But the person's dead—so what now?
"Uh... Senior." Zhuge Yuan raised both hands toward the elder before him, who was dressed in a black-and-white long robe and had his hair tied up, and immediately came up with a countermeasure.
"Senior, what Zhuge Yuan just said is absolutely true. My Master really was that venerable senior Wang Changxu's friend. If you don't believe me, may I ask, does Senior Wang have any descendants? You may inquire with them."
