Zhuge Shang suppressed his turbulent emotions, feeling a bit dazed. 'It really is Lu Zi!'
How could he not know the name of Lu Zi, or the deeds of Saint Lu?
Immediately, Zhuge Shang bowed respectfully once more and said softly:
"In response to Lu Zi, this junior is Zhuge Shang. My father is Zhuge Zhan, and my grandfather is Zhuge Kongming!"
Zhuge... Kongming?
Lu Xuan was taken aback. He was naturally familiar with the name. In the original, false history—compressed and stripped of its mythological elements—that Prime Minister of Shu Han held an incredibly high status. He couldn't imagine how magnificent that figure must have been in the true history, in the age of myth.
Kunpeng Zi had also landed on Taishan by now, a look of astonishment on his face.
"You are the grandson of Zhuge Kongming??"
A thousand thoughts raced through Lu Xuan's mind. He glanced sideways and asked:
"You're very familiar with Zhuge Kongming?"
