"I suppose so." Zhang Jifeng smiled wryly before his expression turned grave, almost reverent. "The First Emperor's Uncle Zhong..."
He truly couldn't connect the First Emperor's Uncle Zhong with the young man he had seen hoeing the fields. The contrast was just too vast, making it feel utterly surreal.
After a long silence, Xiang Yu was the first to snap out of it. He spoke with a thoughtful expression.
"I am heading to the summit to observe the ceremony. Would you all care to join me?"
He paused, then looked at Yan Huang, who was still in a daze.
"This... Immortal Yan?"
Yan Huang's mouth twitched, and another fine crack split the ground beneath them. Xiang Yu's eyes lit up at the sight.
"This Immortal Yan's cultivation is truly impressive. The stone of Taishan is tougher than Immortal Gold Divine Iron, yet Immortal Yan made the surface crack without so much as stamping his foot..."
Yan Huang felt a lump in his chest and quickly changed the subject.
