Xue Dili instantly felt he had decoded a very important piece of ancient intel; if only the Mimic Venerable King were awake right now, then he could borrow that vast computing power to deduce even more information.
But vaguely, Xue Dili also felt something was off.
Is the Lord of Mist really "Fuge"?
This was a suspicion without evidence, just a gut feeling that something didn't quite add up.
Like, if one day "Xue Dili" were to split Little Dragon Lady in two, into a human half and a dragon half, and then send the two halves off to complete their respective missions—could a mongrel who would actually do that to his own daughter still be called Xue Dili himself?
That was the origin of this doubt, but with so little information at hand and the Mimic Venerable King still asleep, Xue Dili could only temporarily bury this speculation deep in his heart.
