Ding Han did not dare treat Lu Xiaotian the way Yun Xiaoqi did. Their backgrounds were different, and their states of mind were worlds apart. She said at once, "Fellow Daoist Lu doesn't seem like someone who cares much about worldly possessions."
Ding Han had seen other ascetic monks in the Buddhist Sect, and some had lived far more austere lives than Lu Xiaotian appeared to. Though this cave dwelling was crude, it still had a few simple tables and chairs. In truth, Ding Han's attention was fixed on Lu Xiaotian's Illusory Spirit clone. She did not possess Yun Xiaoqi's fiery-eye divine ability; if Yun Xiaoqi had not pointed it out, she would not have realized that the person before her was a clone. Yet this clone seemed almost unfathomably profound. Its words and mannerisms were no different from those of a True Person. Not only was its strength impossible to gauge, but what shocked her even more was that, if the clone was telling the truth and the original body had gone to the Chaotic Azure Ruins, then Lu Xiaotian's control over the clone was even more unimaginable.
Wasn't Lu Xiaotian rumored to be an Integrated Body body cultivator? Though body cultivators excelled in defense and their explosive power was a cut above the rest, when it came to techniques, they could not match ordinary cultivators in variety and versatility.
Lu Xiaotian's clone clearly did not seem like something a body cultivator should be capable of creating. Ding Han had seen several experts of the Ming generation in the Buddhist Sect. Their clones were either limited to a certain range or stiff and dull, whereas Lu Xiaotian's clone now seemed completely like another person.
"Who knows?" Yun Xiaoqi glanced around, but there was truly nothing interesting to see inside