Time flew by—before I knew it, it was a new year again.
Looking back a little, it felt as though last New Year's Day were still right before my eyes. Back then, Lao Mo had been sitting in his little study, wishing everyone a happy new year just as he was now, but the feeling was different in the end.
2023!
No longer 2022.
The past year had truly brought so many things: the pandemic, and something everyone knew about—my wife giving birth.
You might not know how Lao Mo got through this past year. With Lao Mo's wife pregnant, she was the family treasure, and everyone feared she might get so much as a bump or bruise. So Lao Mo handled pretty much all the household chores, and had to drive her to and from work morning and night.
And besides the chores, he also had to go to the hospital often for prenatal checkups.
Looking back on it now, it really hadn't been easy.
During that time, Lao Mo had been truly, utterly exhausted.
He still had to write and go to work. With so many things piled together, his whole life became a tangled mess. Sometimes he felt he truly lacked the ability to split himself apart, and wished he could cultivate a Clone Technique to put to use: one clone to go to work, one to write at home, one to do the housework, one to deal with all sorts of messy matters, one to keep his wife company... Oh, no, that one had to be handled by Lao Mo himself.
That was why Lao Mo wrote the Clone Technique into this book. It counted as a little wish, I suppose. What if spiritual energy really did revive one day, right?
Thankfully, in the end my