A mighty river of swords surged through the void. Within it, three jade-colored flying swords were especially translucent, their light as restrained and lustrous as fine jade. Several jade swords swept across the sky, successively slaying two Flame Spirits. Xiang Qingcheng stood quietly in the void, strolling as if through a garden, her bearing calm and unhurried. With a lift of her hand, the river of swords slipped into her sleeve and vanished.
Along the way, Xiang Qingcheng had slain well over a hundred monsters and Flame Spirits of various kinds. Lu Xiaotian, meanwhile, had watched her cast spells from outside the battlefield, without the slightest intention of intervening.
As Xiang Qingcheng's experience in combat grew, her strength improved at a pace that was almost visible to the naked eye.
"I obtained the Flame Spirit Page here back then. Without the opportunity I found here, I might have become a True Immortal much later. It's a real surprise that my clone advanced so quickly." Xiang Qingcheng returned with her sword, and Lu Xiaotian smiled as he spoke.
"Your clone's secondary Primordial Spirit is far more uninhibited than your true self. It's an outlet for a different kind of emotion—or perhaps a side of you that's been there all along. If you devote yourself to the sword, you may not make progress as quickly as your clone from now on." Xiang Qingcheng felt that Lu Xiaotian had spread himself too thin. He was probably a match for few at his level, but the more things he had to attend to, the more likely he was to neglect one while tending to another. Xiang Qingcheng had gained plenty of insight and experience during her years of cultivation, too.
"Your clone won't take over, will he?"
"Not likely. A clone is always just