After reaching a partnership with Di Tian, Zhou Qing snapped his fingers. Two figures identical to himself appeared, each walking up to Zhao Wuji and Grandpa Dragon Meng Shu respectively, speaking different words.
"I'll take you out."
After Number One, the clone standing before Zhao Wuji, spoke, he led the five of them away.
"As for what comes next, it would be better if you didn't know. We've only reached a preliminary cooperation for now. Truly getting things underway and bringing Artificial Soul Rings onto the market will take who knows how long." Number Two took Meng Shu, Chao Tianxiang, and Meng Yiran into the air, flying out of the Star Dou Great Forest.
"Zhou Qing, you're amazing! You can actually make clones!"
Meng Yiran was utterly astonished.
"Not bad, I suppose," Number Two said casually.
"How much of the original's strength do they have?"
"If we speak only of Soul Power and skills, the clone is exactly the same as the original. There is no difference at all."
"That's incredible!"
Meng Yiran's eyes were filled with little stars.
Yet Grandpa Dragon and Grandma Serpent were certain that a clone's strength could not be calculated that way. Otherwise, why would he qualify it by Soul Power and skills?
It had to be somewhat weaker than the original.
Even so, it would certainly still surpass the three of them, and for a mere clone to be so lifelike was simply inconceivable.
"Can I learn it?" Meng Yiran asked.
"Yiran!"
Grandpa Dragon shouted, "Don't be rude!"
This was someone else's skill. How could she pry into it so thoroughly? Let alone ask to learn it—she was being far too bold! Unless she married into his family... Uh, come to think of it, that really was a good idea!
"It's fine."
Number Two