Faceless Man: "How is this possible? I went into your dream, I was the one who invited you here!"
Li Zhiyuan: "Hmm, never said it wasn't you."
Faceless Man: "Then you..."
The Faceless Man fell silent, as if he finally realized something; he stopped all movements and froze.
Li Zhiyuan continued: "When I ascended, I even doubted your true identity. Perhaps you were taken over by your ancestor after entering the ancestral tomb.
But after interacting, I found out that wasn't the case. You are indeed still you, but not entirely."
While speaking, the young man reached out and pinched his own cheek:
"Even if the ancestor's skin needs to be covered, why become faceless? Wouldn't it be easier to peel off your own face and stick it back on?"
Faceless Man: "Then who am I..."
Li Zhiyuan: "I told you, you're still you."
Faceless Man: "Then what about the other me, the one retaining my face, where is he?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Should be here too."
