"Han'er, you..." Yu Xiaoxue asked in surprise, but she did not mention his sacrifice. Xiaoyi, however, was straightforward and asked directly, "Eldest Senior Brother, I clearly saw you sacrifice yourself for the Dao. How are you standing here in front of me perfectly fine now!?"
Zuqiu Han laughed heartily and said, "I really did die. If I hadn't, this clone couldn't have been activated now! Back then, to prevent something like this from happening, whenever there was something major on the horizon, I always kept an eye out and prepared a way out for myself. If I really were killed, I could still come back to life, couldn't I? This clone's purpose was to bring me back from the dead! However, as things stand, I don't actually have any memories of what happened after the expedition began, because my memories were backed up at the time I set out!"
"No wonder you suddenly told me to escape on my own back then. I hadn't even had time to save you, and you went and... actually sacrificed yourself for the Dao! I didn't even get to reveal my trump card..." Xiaoyi was both depressed and heartbroken.
"What trump card could you have, boy? Don't put on an act in front of me. Hahaha. Still, I'm relieved that you managed to come back. I heard your Martial Uncle saved you—one can imagine how dangerous things were then! As soon as I got the news, I rushed over. That was far too risky!" Zuqiu Han said with a laugh.
I felt slightly reassured. It was still too soon for Xiaoyi to take charge of the Jie Sect. He was too young and could not hold the situation here together at all. Zuqiu Han, on the other hand, was different. As long as he