"The disposal of these three Fire Seeds... is your business."
Turing's answer caught Gu Shen by surprise.
Gu Shen looked at the person beside him in astonishment.
"What? I'm not the owner of the Fire Seeds... All these years, what I've done may have seemed like selecting 'successors' for them."
Turing smiled. "But Fire Seeds have always been free. No one can truly arrange their fate. Handing them over to you now is merely because I hope you can properly handle these three Fire Seeds."
Gu Shen could choose to keep them for himself and slowly study them.
Or he could choose to share them with others.
"I understand what you mean."
Gu Shen nodded, gratitude in his eyes.
Mr. Turing's clone had presided over the Time Dojo for many years. Now that he was willing to grant Gu Shen the right to decide the fate of these three Fire Seeds... it meant he had acknowledged him.
"I will definitely handle these three Fire Seeds properly."
Gu Shen took a deep breath.
"Good. With those words from you, I can rest easy."
Turing smiled.
Gu Shen noticed that Turing's radiance was spreading outward like ripples.
He suddenly realized a very important question.
How long had Mr. Turing's clone been presiding over the Time Dojo?
Six hundred years had passed in the outside world. How much time had passed within the dojo?
"Every gain has its price. Using Gate Ancient Text techniques inevitably requires a cost."
"Clone Technique and Teleportation are both arts that consume an enormous amount of lifespan. Every step taken, every mark left behind by the many versions of 'me' throughout history, was fortune bestowed upon me by the starship collective of that era."
Turing looked at Gu Shen and murmured, "I once thought five hundred and forty