The stone eyeball of the Last Emperor, Xiao Jing, though its identity had been seen through, showed no sign of fear as it calmly looked at Zhang Ze and asked.
"When did I give myself away? Didn't I perform just like the Great Ancestor?"
With its voice trembling, the shadow began to dissolve, and that stone eyeball fell to the ground, rolling a few times, turning from one into ten, ten into a hundred, and a hundred into a thousand.
Like scattered Buddha beads.
Thousands of stone eyeballs simultaneously rotated, all looking at Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze ignored this bizarre scene and chuckled lightly, "You're overthinking it, not even a bit like him."
The eyes were stunned by Zhang Ze's answer, seeming quite disappointed.
After a long pause, a sigh echoed in the darkness.
"Alas, indeed… The Great Ancestor was wise and mighty, unmatched in schemes, but in terms of the Emperor's Heart Technique, I, an unworthy descendant, cannot match him one bit.
