Even a humble workhorse's life is still a life.
Shen Tang had initially sent Wu You to the Northeast Continent to investigate the situation.
Wu You hadn't wanted to go. For the first few days, she'd complained nonstop, periodically protesting to her main body: You can't exploit me to death just because I'm a clone and you're the original... We're born of the same root; why should we burn each other so fiercely?
Shen Tang, the original, was being buried alive under an endless mountain of work.
The more she listened, the more annoyed she got. What are you complaining about? Why not come back and switch places with me? You can sit at the office every day, while I go out and get some fresh air. Just being able to step outside for a breather is already a blessing, and you still have the nerve to argue with me?
Even though Wu You was also herself, Shen Tang still thought she was ungrateful. If Wu You was a workhorse, then what did that make her?
A workhorse among workhorses?
Quit whining and get to work! Sitting at the office was so miserable that bickering with herself had become part of her daily routine for relieving stress.
Shen Tang, as Wu You: [...]
Just as Wu You was about to reach her destination, the original changed her mind again.
Tan Ting had gone missing, and his whereabouts were unknown.
They'd exhausted the resources of the central region without finding any trace of Tan Ting. Yuan Liang had also come up empty through the Assembly of Gods' network of branches. All they'd gotten back was a theory: Tan Ting's prolonged silence might mean he'd betrayed them. The original had only one demand—she wanted him alive if he was alive, and his