Come on, show us.
Meng Chen did not particularly care. A Ten Thousand Year Ghost Tiger was still a Ghost Tiger; it was most likely a Nether Shadow Clone, just like in the original story.
But Ning Rongrong did not know any of that. She kept pestering Zhu Zhuqing to show them.
Zhu Zhuqing nodded, and Ning Rongrong immediately stepped back. Cat ears and a cat tail swiftly grew from Zhu Zhuqing's body, while sharp claws gleaming with cold light extended from her hands. Two yellow, one purple, and one black Soul Ring circled around her.
Looking at the fourth black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring on her body, Zhu Zhuqing still felt as though she were dreaming.
She had absorbed a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring just like that?
Thanks to her cool and reserved nature, even after receiving such an enormous windfall, she did not appear especially ecstatic. With a thought, her fourth Soul Ring shone brightly.
Then, Meng Chen's and Ning Rongrong's shadows each rippled for an instant. Immediately afterward, a Zhu Zhuqing emerged from each of their shadows.
Zhu Zhuqing's real body, meanwhile, was still standing where she had been.
The two Zhu Zhuqings rising from the shadows were identical to the original—same figure, same face, same stance.
Seeing this, Meng Chen thought, Just as expected. They really are clones.
But why did they emerge from shadows?
And...
Meng Chen pondered silently.
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong stared at the two clones, which were utterly indistinguishable from the original, her eyes sparkling. She immediately reached out and hugged Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing beside her, her face filled with the delight of someone discovering a new continent.
"That's so cool, Zhuqing! Your new soul skill is actually cloning? Doesn't that mean I'll have lots of Zhuqings to play