The name of a man, the shadow of a tree!
Seeing so many people imitating him, Yang Zhen felt rather comfortable.
But then, Yang Zhen began to feel somewhat annoyed; damn it, with so many 'Yang Zhens', wouldn't he lose his ability to show off?
Although Yang Zhen never bragged, cough cough... he was genuinely awesome. Still, he found it quite irksome that these people were copying his swagger.
"Hey, fellow Daoist, are you Yang Zhen?"
Yang Zhen randomly stopped a young man carrying a cat and asked.
The young man looked at Yang Zhen disdainfully, and then turned his gaze to the despised cat. His eyes lit up, and after staring at it for a while, he slowly turned back to Yang Zhen: "Are you Yang Zhen?"
Hearing this counter-question, Yang Zhen subconsciously nodded.
But before Yang Zhen could nod, he heard the young man sneer: "Fellow Daoist, you sure you're not insane? If everyone with a cat is Yang Zhen, wouldn't that mean they're all Yang Zhen?"
