When Li Chang'an activated the Immortal Gazing Technique, his pupils showed no change. They looked no different from usual, so no outsider could tell.
At that moment, Luo Hao's figure gradually blurred in his eyes until only a hazy human silhouette remained.
Within that human form, Qi-Blood Force brimmed as though a Flood Dragon lay dormant inside.
Beyond that, Li Chang'an saw nothing else.
From what he could see, he could not determine whether this was a Clone or Luo Hao's true body.
The only thing he could confirm was that this body's physique was extraordinarily strong—even stronger than his own, and likely at Peak Fourth Tier.
"If this is Luo Hao's true body, a Peak Fourth Tier physique would be perfectly normal."
Li Chang'an pondered.
But if this was a Clone, it was astonishing.
It would mean Luo Hao controlled so many Cultivation Resources that he could spare no expense raising a Clone.
Of course, the Clone Technique itself might be so heaven-defying that it gave the true body and Clone equal Body Refining strength.
Li Chang'an silently asked the Sword Spirit, "Can you sense the Green Wood Sword Fragment?"
"No."
"Then this may only be a Clone."
They were so close that, if Luo Hao carried the Green Wood Sword Fragment, the Sword Spirit could not have failed to sense it.
As he was thinking, Luo Hao suddenly spoke. "Fellow Cultivator Qiao, I've known Fellow Cultivator Li for years. He isn't the sort of person you think he is."
"Whether he is or not, I'll judge for myself!"
Qiao Sheng's face remained cold. Without giving Luo Hao any face, he turned and left.
Luo Hao frowned slightly, a trace of chill flashing through his eyes. He seemed displeased, but quickly returned to normal.
Still smiling, he said to