"Does anyone still have doubts?"
Zhang Menglong's voice echoed throughout the entire altar.
The dozens of scholars and media people present looked at each other. If the statue itself is a spitting image of you, plus there's an ancestral ring, what else could they doubt?
"No way, you're not doubting anymore?" said Zhang Menglong, "You should have a heart that seeks the truth, shouldn't you? Isn't that what scientific research is all about? You guys are making it too easy for me; I feel so unchallenged!"
"fuck!"
"Shit!"
"Dammit!"
"For real!"
"mmp, he's pulling it off again!"
Not only the foreign scholars, but even the Huaxia reporters and scholars found it difficult to listen any further. Can't you stop acting high and mighty? Is there any need to speak with such sarcasm? Your profession must be an onmyoji, right?
