"No," Clone Aoko shook her head. "This body is made of chakra. Unlike a simulacrum, it doesn't possess part of my spellcasting ability, and it can't use my other abilities either."
"Hmm, a simulacrum can cast spells probably because spell slots are stored in the clone beforehand," Aoko guessed. "But I more or less expected that. Otherwise, with our amount of chakra, we'd be invincible after creating a large number of shadow clones."
Aoko's ninjutsu...
"Yujin, would you like to come up and sit for a while?" Gu Naiqing asked, looking at the man who had already stopped walking.
Although only one northwestern province had suffered the disaster, the affected area was extensive. Grain from other provinces could not be brought in quickly, and there was also the matter of unscrupulous merchants hoarding goods and collusion between officials and gentry.
Holding a black coiled-dragon staff, he stood in midair. There was no flashy banter; the two charged straight at each other. The black-robed man held a red saber that radiated an evil aura. One glance was enough to tell that it was a demonic blade. In that respect, it was somewhat similar to the coiled-dragon staff.
His fingers lightly rested against the side of the teapot, where a faint warmth still lingered. The young man in white smiled gently, then took his seat.
Today's reception made him realize there were two other benefits to not giving Chi Jisong to Jiang Meng'an: obedient and easy to appease.
Just as many people pinned their hopes on buying lottery tickets to defy fate and change their lives, First Brother's mentality was roughly the same—only far more illusory.
This was her way of telling him that she did not want anything to do with this man, nor did she want any entanglement with men.