Amidst the tens of thousands of disciples of the True Martial Sect, the fatty picked out a man who looked exactly like Zhao Rong. When the fatty brought this man before Zhao Rong, even Zhao Rong himself was stunned.
He looked at the man and said, "Damn, this is the first time in my life I've ever seen such a handsome guy."
Although the man looked exactly like him, the moment he opened his mouth, his voice was effeminate. Hearing the man's piercingly high-pitched voice, Zhao Rong remarked, "Handsome, when you're pretending to be me, you can definitely fool those three beauties as long as you don't talk. But the second you carelessly open your mouth, you'll blow your cover."
The man nodded. "Got it, Second Sect Leader."
Listening to him speak, Zhao Rong thought, If I closed my eyes, I'd swear I was listening to a woman. Intrigued, he asked, "What's your name?"
In a feminine voice, the man replied, "My name is Zhao Xiaorong."
