Got separated?
The white-haired old man stiffened slightly.
He didn't doubt that it was actually two people, because the two people's actions, expressions, and tone of speech were almost exactly the same.
"I don't know where I went. Didn't you go to the other side of the city?" The white-haired old man said awkwardly, as if he had been struck to the point of collapse.
This scene was too shocking.
The sculpture in front of him was almost exactly the same as the ancient sculpture. It was impossible to tell whether it was real or not!
This made him completely doubt his life. He even thought: Was he a frog in a well? He even had an even more radical thought. Are the sculptures in my hands and under my feet real or fake?
Could it be that the things in his hands were all counterfeits, and were also created by some existence?
The old man was already at a loss.