"Brat, you didn't die?
Was that your clone just now, and this your true body?!"
With a startled cry, the youthful-looking ancestor stared at Ying Ming Hao, who had suddenly appeared before him, his face filled with shock as though he had witnessed something utterly unbelievable.
His gaze first landed on Ying Ming Hao, then swiftly shifted to the corpse beside him, which had already gone stiff. He looked back and forth, seemingly trying to figure out exactly what had happened.
The corpse looked identical to Ying Ming Hao. The imitation was so astonishingly lifelike that even this widely experienced ancestor could not tell the real from the fake for a moment.
"Hey, Ancestor, the way you put it, you sound like you're just dying to see this disciple dead!"
Ying Ming Hao quipped.
"Young Master, thank goodness you're all right!
I was worried sick, sob..."
Just then, cries of ecstatic joy rang out.
Upon learning that Ying Ming Hao was safe and sound, Qing Yun grew so emotional that tears spilled from her eyes.
Without hesitation, she rushed toward Ying Ming Hao and hugged him tightly, completely forgetting whether she was overstepping her place.
Meanwhile, Wang Yong, Qing Ying, and the others hurried over as well.
Their faces were filled with delighted surprise, clearly overjoyed that Ying Ming Hao had returned safely. They had thought he had kicked the bucket just moments ago.
"Junior Brother, you..."
Lin Zihan was likewise shocked speechless by the sight before her. Her eyes widened as she stared straight at the living Ying Ming Hao and the motionless Ying Ming Hao in her arms, her heart full of bewilderment.
Whether in appearance or bearing, the two were almost exactly alike. The only difference was their hair color.
Yet for some reason, the Ying